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The Condition - Part 3
🕑 Added 2017-11-22 05:58:54 +0000 UTCI actually didn’t book that doctor’s appointment that day. Or that week. Or that month. University had made me into a professional procrastinator, and there was always just something stopping me, whether it was a night out with friends or a night in with Kevin (which I was beginning to enjoy more than anything else). I bought some emergency clothes until I could get back to wearing Kevin’s clothing after I lost some weight, which should have happened if I started working out.
Honestly, the doctor’s appointment scared me. I knew something was wrong, but I didn’t want to admit it. I thought it would just go away, or I could overcome it. And I tried to - I actually did start going to the gym, lifting weights and using the stationary bikes. I really threw myself into it too, going four, sometimes five times a week. It was hell, but I thought if I kept at it I’d see results.
Then one day I found I couldn’t do up the emergency shorts I’d bought a month ago.
That afternoon I booked an appointment and waddled my way to the campus doctor using a safety-pin instead of the button my shorts came with. I just hoped the pin would last until I got to the clinic.
“And you came to campus weighing how much?” The doctor asked. He wasn’t terrifically thin himself, but he was far smaller than I was.
“175,” I said.
The doctor looked at me skeptically but nodded. “And how much do you weigh now?”
“I… don’t actually know. Bigger.”
“Clearly,” the doc said, then made a motion at my feet. “Shoes off, let’s see how much you weigh.”
I kicked off my shoes and then stepped onto the large balance-beam scale. The weights were currently set at 250 lbs, and I immediately clanked as heavier. I started to get nervous as the doctor fiddled with the weights, shooting past 260 without a thought and then climbing past 270. Another tap and 280 came and went without the scale even budging, then 290.
When the doctor moved the large counterbalance to read 300 I was shocked. When he then moved the tuning scale to 310 I was simply numb. It finally came to rest at 321 lbs.
I was fucking huge.
“Well,” the doctor began, “that’s a gain of almost 150 pounds in just about a year and a half. That’s quite a bit. Might I ask if there was any big change in diet when you came to school?”
The question washed over me like I wasn’t even there. I was still too stunned to reply.
“Uh, Darren?”
“Oh, yeah, I mean, the cafeteria is a little different than what mom used to make, and my roomie and I tend to order pizzas a lot…” I said, trailing off.
“Mmm,” the doc said, as though having already solved the mystery. Still, he asked another question to be sure. “And any big changes in exercise as well?”
“I mean, I was never really a jock,” I admitted, but then quickly added, “but I’ve been going to the gym for the past month. Almost every day. And I still gained weight.”
This again got me a skeptical eyebrow, but the doctor humored me. “And what are you doing at the gym?”
“Y’know, I lift some free weights, spend about 20 minutes on the stationary bike… I’m there for almost an hour at least, if not longer.”
“Hm. Well, if that’s true, then it’s very unusual,” the doctor replied, but then his voice took on the familiar tone of a lecturing professor. “Still, at this time I think we should monitor things and pay careful attention to your diet. You’re most certainly obese, and that’s not good for your long-term health.”
I felt like he was being dismissive, but I kept my anger in check as I replied. “Ok, I may have let things slide a bit since coming to school, but nobody gains 150 pounds in 18 months! That’s a lot! There has to be something else going on here,” I was almost pleading, but it seemed to get through to this guy.
“You’re right, it is an abnormally quick gain. I’ll run a blood test to see if anything comes up, just to be sure. In the meantime, cut back on the pizzas and keep hitting the gym, alright?” I nodded, relieved. The blood test would find something, I was sure of it.
I just had to survive getting back to my dorm room so I could buy new shorts. Again.
The safety pin managed to survive the trek home, but I couldn’t risk it for the rest of the day. I skipped classes, ordered a new wardrobe, and spent the rest of the afternoon feeling sorry for myself.
At some point video games no longer could keep my morbid curiosity at bay, and I reached into my dresser to grab my high school grad photos. Then I opened the closet and stood in front of the large mirror on the inside of the door holding the photo out so I could compare my reflection to myself 2 years ago.
The contrast was so striking I almost didn't recognize myself. If it weren't for the eyes, nose, and hair I could have gotten away with telling people the photo was an entirely different person. To put it plainly, I was bigger. Much bigger. Everything about me seemed almost twice as wide as the photo: face, arms, chest, and especially the belly. The shape of my head was different, shaped like a pear rather than an oval. My double chin was a completely new addition, and had gotten so big you'd be hard pressed to even find my neck if I tilt my head upward.
Of course, it wasn't the only new addition. My formerly flat chest now jutted forward into a pair of perky man-tits that tented the fabric of my t-shirt, making my enlarged nipples painfully obvious to anyone who even glanced in my direction. But easily the biggest addition was the tank of a gut that dominated my middle and sagged over my waistline. It preceded me everywhere I went and jiggled subtly with even the slightest movement.
Kevin came home while I was busy staring morosely at myself in the large mirror. My reflection took up so much that if it weren’t for the sound of the latch I never would have known he was back.
“So, how’d what’d the doctor say?” He quipped while dropping his bag to the floor with a thump.
“I’m 320 pounds,” I replied morosely, grabbing a hefty roll of flab for emphasis.
Rather than the sympathetic response, I got a reply that was unexpectedly enthusiastic. “Woah, really? You’re WAY bigger than me!”
I shot Kevin a look. “Gee, thanks.”
“No, I mean, I just meant to say I’m 285, and that’s… uh.. bigger,” he finished dumbly.
“Still not helping.”
“Well, I think the weight looks good on you,” Kevin said while stepping behind me to wrap me in a hug. His arms could barely reach around me. I stiffened at first but then melted into his embrace.
“Thanks, but this is a problem.”
“Says who?” Kevin shot back.
“Uh, says all of medical science?”
“Pfft, what does science know. I think you being big is super hot,” Kevin replied while one of his arms descended to rub my belly through my t-shirt. It hadn’t taken long for Kevin to get over the shock of me being larger than him, but this was an entirely new enthusiasm for my size.
“I’m more than just big,” I griped. “And honestly, if I could be sure I wouldn’t get any bigger, I wouldn’t be freaking out this much. But what if I keep growing? I’m already getting winded by stairs, sweaty in mild heat, and going through wardrobe at a rate that has my bank account sapped way more than I’d like it to be. My next order is going to have to be from a specialty store.”
“Wow,” Kevin said, almost breathless.
I turned to face him, angry. “I don’t think you’re nearly as concerned about this as I am!”
“I’m sorry,” he replied, a little more crestfallen. “It’s just that… I’m… jealous.”
That was the last thing I’d expected to hear from my roomie. “You’re what?”
“I… wish I could be as big as you. Gain weight as easily as you. Get even bigger. I mean, this-” Kevin then grabbed my sagging gut in both hands and gave it a brief shake, causing my entire torso to wobble in response. “-Is really fuckin’ hot.”
I found this revelation hard to compute. Then it struck me, “So all those weekend pizzas, all those late night cafeteria runs - they were to make me fatter?”
“Uh, no, they were to make me fatter! You just tagged along for the ride. And honestly, up until very recently you barely ate half the amount I did. Even now I still way out-eat you.”
I was relieved to hear this, but then I actually realized what he was saying. “Wait- so you’re trying to get bigger?”
“Yeah. I like it. I like feeling big, powerful. Like nobody can touch me. And even if they did, they’d just bounce,” Kevin finished with a laugh, demonstrating by belly-bumping into me. We both had to take a step back from the impact. I may have been bigger than him, but Kevin was still a hefty guy.
“C’mon, man. At some level, you have to like it too. I mean, we’ve been fooling around for awhile, and look at me,” Kevin trailed off as I thought about it perhaps for the first time. I’d never really stopped to think what about him I found so attractive. Personality certainly. He was always bright and cheerful, and his body just seemed to reflect that - so big and full of life. I enjoyed its warmth and softness, how it’d mold and yield to my body when we cuddled. Or it used to. Nowadays it was hard to tell which of us was more yielding.
But it was Kevin I was into. I’m not sure I’d find any random fat guy nearly as attractive.
“I just like you, Kev, regardless of your size,” I finally replied.
“Well I like you too,” he said, and then stepped forward and once again grabbed my belly. “But I also like this,” he said, before moving his hands up to my moobs, “and these,” then one hand dropped to cup my package through my shorts, “and especially this.” He finished by kissing me on the lips.
It was hard not to find his touch arousing. I returned his kiss and we started making out. He never removed his hand, and he could feel harden at his touch. He started to rub my groin to help me along and in moments I was stiff as a board.
This is why I liked Kevin: moments ago I was a bundle of anxiety, and now my only thought was to get naked and suck his dick.
I never got the chance though. As soon as he felt how hard I was he expertly lifted by gut and undid the safety pin that held my shorts in place. As soon as he did my belly surged forward, bursting my shorts like they had fought to do all afternoon. Kevin then slipped a hand beneath the taut band of my boxers to grab my already leaking dick.
Even though I was at the height of arousal, what Kevin had said before still stuck with me. I may have been ambivalent about my current size, but he was clearly into it in a big way. Maybe I should see what he was talking about and explore what my new size had to offer.
I grabbed his arm to remove it from my crotch, and while he looked at me with a confused expression I shoved my hips forward and belly bumped him away just as he had done moments ago. Only I had nearly forty pounds on him, so Kevin was forced to take an extra step back. I pressed my advantage by lumbering forward to bump him again, which this time sent him toppling onto his bunk, his expression gone from confusion to utter delight.
I continued my assault by whipping off my t-shirt so fast my tits and belly jiggled for a moment before I practically belly flopped on top of him. Kevin squealed in delight for a moment before I silenced him with my mouth. As we made out I could feel Kevin grabbing and caressing every curve, every bulge, and every fold my obese body now had. I let ground my full weight into him, and I could feel his aching dick poking into my softness from beneath his jeans.
“Oh god, fuck me,” Kevin whispered, and I was taken aback. I was still a virgin, technically, and although I knew the theory around how it was done it was something we had never discussed.
“Are you sure?” I asked. Kevin nodded enthusiastically and I clambered off of him to go get the lube. When I returned it was like Kevin’s clothes had all magically disappeared he’d removed them so fast.
I took off my boxers, cock springing up to slap myself in the belly as I did, and lumbered back over to Kevin. Before I lubed up I flopped back on him to make out some more, and maybe to settle my nerves. Then Kevin pushed me up and got on all fours, his butt presented to me like a prize.
I squirted some lube on my hands and gingerly applied it to Kevin’s hole. I knew from prior research it helped to finger the guy to get him used to something present, so I stuck my index finger inside him. I guess I should have warned him since Kevin let out a sharp intake of breath.
“Sorry,” I murmured from behind.
Kevin must have been impatient. “Shut up and put it in me!”
He didn’t have to ask twice. I lubed myself up and tried to position behind him, but immediately saw a problem. My belly blocked whatever view I had of my groin, and I had to navigate entirely by feel. It took a few moments of blind poking before I found the spot, but even when I did I was presented another problem: my belly was also physically in the way. I almost panicked before realizing my gut wasn’t an immovable object. With my free hand, I picked it up and draped it over Kevin’s ass.
Kevin must have mistaken the move for encouragement since he immediately bore down on my cock, his hole swallowing me in one go. I wasn’t insubstantial in that department (although my encroaching fat pad had swallowed up an inch or so of shaft) but Kevin took me like a champ. I held myself there for a few moments, savoring his warm tightness and grinding myself as deep as I could go.
I moaned. Kevin moaned. I’d only just inserted myself and I felt like I was going to cum already. Then Kevin started to thrust back on my cock with such ferocity it caused my whole body to shake with each impact. I did my best to meet him with thrusts of my own, but somehow he managed to out power me from the bottom.
I held on to Kevin’s love handles for dear life. My entire world was wobbling flesh, the sharp “slap” sound of my pelvis meeting Kevin’s ass, and earth-shattering pleasure. I came at some point, I don’t even remember when, but I could tell when the tenor of our lovemaking took on a distinct schlorp-ing sound.
Kevin just kept going, so I just continued to hold on. The thought never even occurred to me to try and reach around Kevin’s hanging gut to jerk off his own leaking cock. Turns out I didn’t need to. Kevin slowed, then let out a bellowing moan as he came. It must have been a lot since I heard a distinct splat as his cum hit his bed, his asshole tightening around my still-hard cock with each blast. That was enough to get me off a second time, and I joined in Kevin’s chorus with a moan of my own.
Spent, Kevin collapsed into his puddle of cum and I fell on top of him. The dorm’s bunks were barely wide enough for one of us, so our cuddling had taken on a vertical orientation. Kevin seemed to relish being underneath my bulk though, and I was beginning to see why.
