The Clinic 2: The Doctor Is In

The Clinic: The Doctor Is In
By FC Punk

Part One: The Final Admission.

Doctor Death: Nice gains, piggy.

David looked down at his fat belly that was covering his privates and beamed at the complement of the pics he had sent to the Doctor. David had always been fat, going from a little dough boy to the big fat man he was now. His immense size was just a natural progression of his life as a Texan, everything was big in Texas. He adjusted himself in his computer chair that groaned under the weight of nearly 600 pounds of adipose. Fat flowed outward, over his lap, through the openings of his computer chair, from his toes to his fingers there wasn’t a single part of David that wasn’t bloated and inflated.

BigDave: Thanks, I’ve been really pigging out over the summer.
Doctor Death: I could use your body as a fleshy mattress
BigDave: Heh, that’s a nice thought.
Doctor Death: Have you considered my offer?

The offer to check into the Doctor’s infamous underground clinic for a first and only stay. When the Doctor had first learned both she and David lived in the same area she gave him that option. It was an option he wasn’t sure he could take, but she gave him time to think.

As David grew and grew turning from a fat man to an obese man and then to an oversized blob the idea grew stronger in his mind and his eight inches of cock twitched constantly at the prospect. To let go and take his fetish to the logical conclusion, to fly close to the burning heat of the taboo sun...it was all very tempting.

Staring at the message he couldn’t help but think of his life. His job at the Government where he worked on their networks. It was such a bitch to get from his car to work, getting to his work station left him winded and sweaty with a sore back. He was prediabetic, on the verge of full blown type 2 diabetes. Also, he was at high risk of catching the COVID.  He knew he was radically unhealthy but his whole libido was tied to his morbid obesity.

What’s a fat man to do?

Big Dave: Possibly

A devil emoticon popped up in response.

Doctor Death: Come now. You know you want to, deep down. You wouldn’t have put on such staggering pounds if you didn’t like it, fat man.

David recalled what happened to Sexy Sadie, everyone on the feedism dark web knew what happened to her. David knew he had a choice right then and there.

With his member swelling under his fat he typed.

Big Dave: Okay, I’m in. I want everything Sexy Sadie got.
Doctor Death: A mercy of the tediousness of life and pleasure beyond measure. That is what you will receive.

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David pulled up to the clinic, the unassuming building on the outskirts of San Antonio. He looked at it, his heart thumping fast in his chest. He was about to make his last steps and was mentally preparing himself. His hands go to his stomach, his sack of adipose. It felt so soft, so spongy. He had built it up his entire life, from when he was a little boy to now a big fat man. Thinking about what was ahead made him hard, his spear pressing against the heavy load of his belly lard.

David looked at the temperature reading in his car. 109 degrees on a San Antonio day, that alone was worth mentally preparing for. He sighed and turned off his car, opening the door he winced at the hot air that hit him like a sack of bricks and immediately started to perspire beads of sweat down his forehead.

All this before he even left his car.

David took a deep breath and started to heave himself from his car. “Hnng,” David grunted, fighting against the cruel pull of gravity against his heavy blubber. For anyone else it might have been impossible to get up, and as he got heavier it got frequently more difficult, but David had years of practice in moving his oversized grotesque body. The car bobbed up and down like a lowrider with every jerk and shake David made until he was finally out of it.

On his feet he breathed deeply, now becoming drenched in sweat. His glasses were foggy from all his effort and he took them off to wipe before putting them back on. Holding onto the car door he took a good moment to collect himself. Finally it was time for the trek inside. While the distance wasn’t that far for poor fat David it might as well have been a mile. He sighed, muttered to himself, “Okay...one foot, then the other,” and started to take slow steps. Once more gravity taunted him, pulling on his fat. It tugged on his enormous lardy belly, working on his poor back mercilessly.

Finally he made it inside and couldn’t help but smile. The girl at the counter was youngish, 22 and thin and trim. She was smacking her gum when David approached her. She looked up at the big mountain of a man and smiled, “Hey there, can I help you?”

Taking a deep breath David said, “I’m here to check in, my name is David Davis.”

The girl’s smile grew even wider, saying “Ah welcome to the clinic Mr. Davis, we’ve expecting you. We received your records you sent so everything's been taken care of, we’ll check you right in.”

A blonde nurse in pink scrubs came out pushing a wide wheelchair. “Take a seat, Mr. Davis.”

David carefully plopped his bulk into the chair, relieved to be off his feet, “Oh thank you, you can call me David.”

“Okay David, my name is Melanie but you can call me Mel, I’ll be your primary nurse during your stay.” Melanie pushed David into his room where she got in front of him and asked him, “Okay, I need you to stand up and strip.” She then added with a giggle, “I promise this will be one of the few times I ask you to move, teehee.”

“Okay,” David moaned at the prospect of getting up before heaving himself to his feet and starting to strip. David pulled his massive blue t-shirt off himself, making Melanie swoon, “My my! Look at that blubber!” She reached out and rubbed David’s fat all over, reaching down to the bottom of his sagging gut she grasped big handfuls “Such soft, soft fat. And this chest!” Mel reached up and groped David’s flabby pectorals. She played with the dangling roll of fat under his armpits and then held his chest in her hands, “These puppies are bigger than mine!”

Davis moaned at his belly lard being shaken and his large cock poked out from under his belly sack. Mel caught this and smirked, tapping his head, “My, my aren’t you happy. Come on, let’s get you on the scale.” She grasped David by his cock and pulled, leading him to the scale as if he were a giant bovine. David stepped on the platform and the digital display on the wall stopped at 619 lbs.

“Six Hundred and Nine, you certainly are a big boy!” Mel patted your wide rump in approval, but you moan, “Mel, I need to sit.”

“But of course, let's get you to your bed.”

David was led to the massive medical bed, able to be adjusted with hydraulics. David let out a contented sigh as he almost flops into the bed, his lard pouring in like cake from a bowl. David’s tummy larf spread out while he laid on his side, oozing ever outwards. In this position your chest was scrunched up into an enormous cleavage which Mel definitely noticed.

“Look at those tits! I could just motorboat you!”

Mel then proceeds to drive her face into David's moobs, rubbing her nose deep and blowing raspberries “Mmmmmmph, Sppppt!.’ She then got up and said “Your other nurses Jasmine and Jesse will see you soon, Jasmine is your feeder, Jesse will be giving you lots of sponge bathes to keep all that adipose clean and I’ll be around every so often to check on your vitals and track your decline, won’t that be fun?”

David nods, “I’m excited! Do you think you can turn me over though so I can watch some TV?”

Mel grinned wide, “Yes, yes! Oh this going to be fun, I hope I can do this by myself!”

David blushed, “I-I’ll try to help.”

Mel got on one side and placed her hands on Davi'd blubbery flanks with her hands pressing deep. Mel couldn't stop giggling when she was up to her wrists in lardy blubber, “Hehehe! I can’t feel anything here at all! No hip bones, no ribs, no muscles, just pure flabby fat!” Mel grasped David's lard and shook it all over, playfully taunting “I might get a back spasm pushing such a heavy load like this. Bariatric patients are just the worst.”

With great heaving she managed to get David onto his back, his belly sloshing up and knocking his man boobs into his face. Mel adjusts the bed, lifting David's back up into a comfortable position. “I’ve got to go see other patients. Enjoy your little pig pin, it’s your last home on earth! Jasmine will see you shortly and Doctor Death should meet you sometime this evening before lights out. If you need anything either Jasmine, Jesse, or myself will be at your beck and call piggy. Have fun!”

David laid there naked as could be, his fate now sealed. This was to be the place he was to die, and he couldn’t be happier. Pleasure beyond his wildest imaginations were at his command now. He sighed as he sat contently. He was massive,  he felt like he was jabba the hut at his size, but still he wanted more. Such was his greed.

David rubbed his hands over what he could of his flesh, there was so much of him. His entire body was like a sack of lard. His hands tried to touch his belly button, but he struggled against his own girth. He started to work up a storm just from the effort working against his own bulk. His cock grew hard under his layers of flab at being such a fat blob.

David was getting so horny and unable to do a single thing about it. He was a helpless horny blob.

Just then a redhead in green scrubs came in, “Hello, I’m Jesse, I’ll be giving you a bath.” She carried with her various buckets of soap and water and a few giant sponges. As she sat them down to the side she spotted your huge cock sticking out under your belly blubber. “Oh well you look at that. Do you need some seeing too?”

With a great grunt Jesse heaved David’s stomach blubber up with both hands, moaning at the heft the flab weighed. She lifted his cock up with her tongue and placed herself over it, going up and down. It was a quick one before she lost her strength and his mountain of belly butter came down like an avalanche.

“Ooof, sorry sweetie. Looks like we’ll have to do something about this!” She brought a giant sling over and heaved a slab of blubber into it. The supports on the ceiling grounded the impressive weight and Jesse giggled at the noise.

“Now where were we?”

She proceeds to resume her blowjob, making David moan out and wiggle in pleasure, sending jiggle and ripples through David’s flesh. Within moments David shot into Jesse who pulled back and swallowed, giggling, “I hope we have lots of fun together.” She started to give David a warm soapy wash, getting deep into David’s folds and rolls.

David moaned as he was given his bath, his heart was still beating fast from the amazing blow job. Jesse would occasionally give his extra thick rolls a good shake and become amused by the jiggling sensation of his fat, “I could play with this flab all day long.” After his wash David was dried off and then Jesse hooked ecg electrodes to his chest, lifting up folds to get the right placement done. After she hooked David up to his heart monitor she got up and smiled down at him, “Do you want anything to eat from the kitchen?”

Without a moment's hesitation David asked, “Could you make chicken fried steak?” Jesse smiled wide and clapped her hands together “Of course we can! Jasmine will bring it to you when she comes to check up on you. Is there anything else you’d like before I go?”

“Cigarette?”

Jesse pulled a drawer open and tossed David a pack of menthols and a lighter. “Smoke up! I'll inform the kitchen of your order. The Doctor should be seeing you soon, Ciao.”

David fiddled with the package, taking out a cigarette and lighting up before playing with his phone. This was his life now, a pleasant one filled with relaxation and not a care in the world. David smoked a good portion of the 20 cigarettes in the pack, butts collecting in an ashtray by the side of his bed. By the time he was reaching for his 16th cigarette Jasmine came in.

Clad in dark blue scrubs the tan nurse had with her a tray covered with a lid. “Hello David, I’m Jasmine and I’ve got your food.” She pulled out a wooden bed table and placed it over him, it was large enough that David’s fat gut didn’t push into it or knock it over. She lifted the top to reveal the chicken fried steak covered in creamy gravy. There was also a side of greasy and salty french fries. The entire meal was fat on top of fat on top of fat which was just the way David liked it. She handed him some silverware, but then asked, “Would you like me to feed you?”

David chuckled, he really was going to get so fat here. Jasmine cut into the steak and placed it close to his mouth.

“Say ahhh” Jasmine coos, her brown face looking at David with admiration. “That’s-that’s not necessary, haha” David laughed. Jasmine pouted, sticking her bottom lip out she said “You’re going to be staying here for a bit, you should enjoy yourself before you go to the other side.”

When Jasmine put it like that David felt a bit silly for being so serious. He was here to be pampered into levels of unheard of morbid obesity.

“Ahhhhh.”

Jasmine’s pout turned into a wide smile, “That’s the spirit!”

Jasmine fed David the bite of steak and started to cut more pieces off, feeding him bite after crispy gravy covered bite. When the streak was all gone Jasmine looked at David with approval “Perfect! I knew this would go down easily, you’re a natural glutton.” She poured extra gravy onto the plate and would dunk fries into it before placing them in David’s mouth, one by one. “I like feeding patients, it’s relaxing. It’s a bit like painting a wall or a fence, after a while you get into a rhythm with your strokes and it’s almost hypnotising.”

“I never thought of it like that. To be honest, I usually don’t think when I’m eating. At least about deep things like that, usually I focus on the flavor, like a great beef wellington. Hey...do you think I could have a beef wellington after this?”

Jasmine swooned, “Of course you can! I’ll be sure to tell the staff our hungry patient is still insatiable.” She gave David’s belly a loving hearty pat which sent his blubbery into a wobbling fit. “But first you’ve got to finish your fries.”

The fries were easily enough finished and David’s stomach was comfortably full. “Good job!” Jasmine declared, picking up his tray and putting his table back before saying “I’ll go tell the kitchen about your beef wellington. Take care!” Jasmine blew David a kiss and left.

David was rubbing his hands over his belly, full but nearly content. Just thinking about that beef wellington that was coming up was exciting him to no end. In his excitement his heart beat faster in anticipation and his blood pressure went up, the heart monitor beeping faster.

The door to his room opened and a short Japanese woman entered wearing a simple white kimono. There was no design or print to it, the kimono was white as the driven snow, impeccably spotless. Her white kimono was accompanied by a simple black sash. Her shoes were white and she wore a black face mask.

“Doctor?” David asked, looking up.

“Doctor Death. Your medical records you sent were more helpful indeed,” Her English was impeccable even under a heavy accent. White gloves explored David’s rolls and dived into his fat. Her touch was less enthusiastic than that of Jasmine, Jesse, or Mel; it was precise, calculated, like only a doctor could do.

“‘I’m glad it was helpful.”

“It’ll make things go along smoothly.”

“I still wonder how…” David began to say, but struggled to finish it.

“How did this come to be? Once upon a time a teenager named Yumiko Fujoshi had a near death experience and she saw what was on the other side. Her discovery that there was another side changed her life, because she then knew there was much, much more. She decided to become a Shinigami, a ferry to guide others to what she saw.”

“What did she see?”

The Doctor didn’t answer but she continued to explore his body.

“What did she see, Doctor?”

“That comfort was the best ship to ferry.”

She did several more tests before she got up

“You’ve made the right choice Mr. Davis. All paths lead to the other side.”

After the Doctor left David’s beef wellington came and it was perfect. He dug in, his taste buds in bliss. David loved beef wellington, he could probably eat it every day if he could. Cutting into it with his knife and fork David chuckled. He very well could.

“Maybe I could try it for a week,”

David puit another forkful into his mouth and moaned. Beef wellington, God he loved it. He put his fork and knife done and picked up the roast with his round greedy hands and started to eat, taking huge bites of it.

It was all so complicated.

Everything was complicated. His reason to be in this clinic, in this bed, killing himself with food. Killing himself with lard.

Eating himself to death.

But here he was. His nipples were as pointy as bullets and his cock poked out from under his belly.

This was going to be fun.

To Be Continued...