The Visit

Chapter 1 - The visit

Oh the dreaded doctors visit.

The shame filled event you try to avoid every year.

But now that your previous doctor has retired you await to see who will be taking your vitals this time.

Dr. Wolfe, is it?

She just began her practice a few months prior to your scheduled visit. You pull up to the parking lot. Finding the closest spot you can find. Even though last time your previous doctor had mentioned squeezing in more exercise in every way possible to lose weight. But instead you were squeezing in excess calories ballooning yourself bigger.

You just can't stop.

You heave your wobbling body out of your car, squatting the poor thing while you find the courage to walk to the entrance. Already beginning to sweat, your heart pounding, you begin. One step at a time. You really should have a mobility scooter but your stubbornness and determination keep you active.

Each step is like a mile long. Winded and perspiring you venture towards the automated doors while people either glare or do their best not to stare.

"Do you need assistance?" A woman walks up to you with good intentions. "N-...no thank you." You embarrassingly huff eager to sit down.

"Okay, no problem." She strides past you with her heels clicking the cold tile floor powerfully. You were so focused on shuffling through the door you barely got to take a look at her. Pencil skirt, tight bun, flawless skin, and a light scent of a floral perfume. Beautiful.

Nearly out of breath you make it to the front desk. The receptionist looks up from her paperwork in awe.

"Are you our three o'clock patient?"

"Yes."

She taps her pen and jots down a few notes.

"You're a tad late but go ahead and take a seat."

The look in her face reads as concern as she glances over to the seats which seem to be on the small side compared to your enormous body.

"Right."

You shuffle over to the waiting room and find the largest seat they have. You stare defeatedly down at it and sigh. You wedge yourself into the seat, your hips spilling between the wooden armrests.

You gasp horrified as you realize you're stuck.

"Oh no..."

But you're so out of breath you sit there trying to ready yourself to attempt to get out of the chair.

"Anne?" A nurse calls from the office.

"Fuck!" You mutter to yourself.

Panicked, you stutter, "Y-yes!"

"Are you ready?" She asks.

"Y...yes..." You sigh, spreading your legs apart to support your hefty body.

Attempting to stand, the chair still attached to your entire ass.

"I-I..."

"Oh my! It seems you're a bit stuck. Let me get some help."

You plop back down huffing and puffing completely embarrassed.

Two fit men and women come out in their scrubs ready to assist you.

"I-I'm quite sorry-" You stammer feeling your face flush.

"It's okay ma'am we will get you un-stuck."

Four hands on the chair and four gripping your plump hands the team rescues you from the chair. You nearly tumble forward on top of a young blonde woman.

"Oh my- I can't believe I did that-..." Out of breath from being flustered and embarrassed you apologize yet again.

They reassure you over and over and help you to the back.

"Okay I'll be your nurse today, let's get your weight."

You can feel your blood pressure rising. Last year it was 402 and you haven't gotten on a scale since and your clothing size has gone up two sizes.

"Oh- this scale will not work. Follow me." You shuffle behind the nurse. Her steps so light and elegant.

"Okay step on this one please."

You stare down at the scale specially made for extra EXTRA large patients.

"Is everything alright?" She asks doing her best to be professional.

"Yeah..."

You step onto the scale and wait for the numbers to show.

"Oh my- quite a jump in numbers." She jots down notes on the paper attached to her clipboard.

"Okay let's get you your room."

You follow again and enter a larger room for patients.

"Okay here we go, this room is specially designed for our bigger clients so you will be comfortable in here." She smiles and jots down a few more things.

"Let's get your vitals."You take a seat in a chair much wider than the one in the waiting room and flop your plump arm on the cold counter top next to the computer.

"Perfect, thank you. Oh-"

She unfolds the blood pressure cuff and attempts to wrap it around your fat encased upper arm. Squishing the cuff around your flabby arm, the Velcro scuffing your skin she gives in.

"Hmmm I may need a bigger cuff...let me check to see if I have one in the back."

You sink in your chair a bit, embarrassed yet eager to get the awful visit over with. A few minutes pass and your nurse comes back with extra large blood pressure cuff and wraps it around your fatty arm with ease.

"There we go! Perfect."You hear her squeeze the pump until the cuff is tightly squeezed around your arm. The pressure releases and she frowns.

"Hmmm a bit high I'm afraid." She takes note and goes to take your temperature.

"Oh-...odd...that too is slightly high." You tilt your head curiously.

"Y'know it is a bit warm out. I'm sure it's normal."

You know well enough why it's high. Because any form of movement really does make you warm, and the walk from the parking lot added with the embarrassing chair situation really made you heated.

"Okay. Next let's check your heartbeat."

She takes the stethoscope from around her neck, puts the two rubber ear pieces to her ears and presses the bell to your plump chest. Listening quietly she jots down more notes.

"Alright, you're all set. Doc will be in shortly!"

Left a tad confused you sit. More calm and collected trying to forget about the damn chair.

Ten minutes pass and you begin to grow impatient when finally the doorknob clicks and your doctor walks in.

Her hair in a tight bun, pencil skirt-wait..

"Hello, I'm Dr. Wolfe. I believe we have met, Anne."

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