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Bad Habits | Chapter 12 | Temptations
Published: March 22nd 2020, 12:30:09 am
[Content Warning: This story will include SSBHM weight gain, queer sex, messy eating, drug use, romanticizing abusive relationships, immobility, and extreme obesity related health issues. Reader Discretion is advised.]
Bad Habits
Chapter 12: Temptation
For the first time in a month Oliver gathers the courage to open his apps which are full of messages from fat fetishists and admirers obsessed with his body. He manages to read a few sweet messages from people he knows online, but he is too big to meet with them in person from around the globe. Many of the messages are of concern from his disappearance and attempted intervention. Some went as far to speculate his death in the gainer community from the sudden lack of communication. The green dot indicating his return causes his messages to get flooded again, particularly from two top fans who patronized his gaining from the beginning. Oliver opens a group chat template and adds TubbyboyG and Allaboutthatchase.
ObedientBlobBoi: Hey.
ObedientBlobBoi: I’m sorry I’ve been absent from doing my regular cam shows for you. I’m currently in the hospital.
Allaboutthatchase: Oh my god! I hope you're doing okay? Don't even sweat about the cam shows, just make sure you're on the mend!
TubbyboyG: What?!? Don’t worry about cam shows, what happened? I hope you’re okay, beautiful.
ObedientBlobBoi: About a month and a half ago I felt faint. I thought it was another anxiety attack because I have them frequently and that’s what happened before. I’m still a little nervous. I don’t know how to say this.
TubbyboyG: Oh man, is it serious?
Allaboutthatchase: Like a heart attack or something?
ObedientBlobBoi: My body is starting to fail me. I’m too young for this. I had a heart attack. A massive one.
Allaboutthatchase: Oh shit, I was only kidding. Sorry man. I mean I can't say I'm surprised though.
TubbyboyG: My god Oliver, you’re so young. What’d the doctor say about your recovery? Do you feel like you’re getting better?
Allaboutthatchase: Yeah, is the treatment going okay? Can't imagine how being stuck in a hospital for 6 weeks has felt...
ObedientBlobBoi: It’s been rough. My doctor is hopeful I can lose enough weight so I don’t have another. I just don’t know. They are fucking starving me in here. And I’m so heartbroken. All I want to do is eat all the time. Dylan left me to pursue his own dreams.
Allaboutthatchase: Fuck, really? I can't believe that. Sorry man, you guys just seemed like you'd go the distance. Maybe I shouldn't be saying this but if you want to eat, just eat.
TubbyboyG: He what? That can’t be right, Dylan is crazy about you. He could barely take his eyes off you in your videos.You’ll be beautiful either way Oliver, and you can still be a greedy pig at a more manageable size with or without him.
ObedientBlobBoi: I’m serious. He doesn’t love me anymore. I haven’t seen him or talked to him since being admitted to the hospital. He didn’t even show up to see if I was still alive.
Allaboutthatchase: Well then screw him. And hopefully you know you've got a bunch of fans and friends who do care. If there's anything you ever need, just let me know.
TubbyboyG: Yeah. What Allaboutthatchase said. We all love you Ollie. There are so many guys who’d do anything to have you as their boy and if Dylan is okay with passing that up, you’ll have your pick of them. Someone much better.
Another chat log pops open on Oliver’s screen of his phone. Another user sends a screenshot from three minutes before that has fifty two likes. The screenshot is of a picture of a muscular man and another man with the caption “getting close to 800 pounds because of this handsome guy.” Oliver squints and notices the two individuals in the photo are Dan and Dylan. Oliver’s breathing gets heavy as his brain flood with anger and sorrow.
ObedientBlobBoi: Wait. What. The. Actual. Fuck. Did you just see the new photo posted on here? Is that him? Is that seriously a photo of him with a man claiming to be almost 800 pounds walking with a cane?
TubbyboyG: I haven’t seen the photo. Honestly, I don’t follow Dylan. He was always too jockish for my liking. I like soft, cherubic pretty boys like you. I bet his new guy isn’t anywhere near as cute as you are.
Allaboutthatchase: Ouch! Well, I did see the photo. Typical rebound. If you want my opinion, he's got nothing on you. Dylan doesn't even look at him the same way. There isn't that same lust.
ObedientBlobBoi: You’re right, but my chest hurts to see them together. Fuck. I know it’s stupid, but I need Dylan. I need food. I need him feeding me food. How am I supposed to win him back? How am I supposed to compete with someone as big as that man?
TubbyboyG: You were well on track to beat him, piggy boy. Walking with a cane is nothing, you’ve been basically immobile for months. And with your appetite with that little energy expended you’d pass him out in a year. Maybe less.
Allaboutthatchase: Right? From the sounds of it you guys aren't that different size-wise. It’s more of a mobility difference.
ObedientBlobBoi: Yeah, I guess you’re both right about that. We are similar in terms of size and weight. I am just a little smaller… and miserable because of this stupid diet.
Allaboutthatchase: I know this probably isn't what you want to hear but you don't need Dylan. Especially not for food. You can figure a way to get the calories in if that's what you really want. If you want to hurt him though, make him realise what he's missing out on.
ObedientBlobBoi: I shouldn’t want to hurt him. I shouldn’t want to eat more and gain weight. I need to lose it all. Yet, I can’t deny the fantasy of it or what he’s made me. I’m a food addict. I love my flab. Maybe I could get him back. Maybe I can become heavier than his new lover...
ObedientBlobBoi: No. I still need to lose weight.
Allaboutthatchase: Your true friends will support what you want to do. I'm a little biased because I'd love to see nothing more than for you to get huge, but only because you seemed like a natural at this. I know people who've been trying this for double the time and have half as much to show for it. And you're such an inspiration for it. I know for a fact that there are plenty of people inspired but your growth and have started their own journey. So figure out what you want and then don't ever look back. But honestly I think you have it in you to grow bigger than most.
TubbyboyG: Life is too short to deny yourself that. I’ve never seen a guy as young as you get so big. I’ve never seen anyone grow as fast as you. You’re a born fatass, you could be the biggest boy ever if that’s what you wanted. Oliver, we both support you!
ObedientBlobBoi: I don’t know. I don’t want to die and becoming the biggest would mean certain death.
A knock at his hospital room door startles Oliver at first. Then, the door cracks open and he sees it is time for one of the nurses to check up on him. Oliver gives the nurse a nod before trying to finish his conversation with conflicting emotions. Colby walks in quietly trying to not bother Oliver too much as he walks toward his bed.
ObedientBlobBoi: Hey, I have to go. One of my nurses just walked in. I’ll talk to you soon.
TubbyboyG: Stay in touch baby piggy. All the support you need is here if you wanna get that huge.
Allaboutthatchase: Let us know how it goes. Remember we are here if you need anything!
Oliver logs off and sets his phone down. “Hey, nurse Colby,” Oliver says.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Dives. I hope you’re having a wonderful day. I’m just here to record a few things on your chart. How are you feeling today?”
A random noise comes from Colby’s pocket. Oliver recognizes the sound immediately, but Colby doesn’t look concerned. The sound is a notification from a gainer website Oliver frequents. A smile appears on Oliver’s face. He comes up with a devious plan. This might be what he needs. Who needs Dylan if he can seduce a nurse?
“You know, Colby. I’ve been having a weird feeling on my inner thigh. Could you take a look at it?”
“Oh, sure. I thought we were keeping it clean and moisturized since it’s cracking. Are you experiencing pain?” Colby asks walking over to the end of the bed.
“Just a little,” replies Oliver.
“Okay, let me put some gloves on and we will see what’s going on.”
“There’s no need for that. I’m sure you love to touch a big meaty thigh with your bare hands since you love fatties so much.”
Colby freezes and his face goes blank. “I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean. You must have me confused with someone else. Let me go get the gloves,” Colby pauses.
“I heard the ping. I’ve not seen your profile before, but there’s no reason to be ashamed. If I had known, I would have made a move sooner, handsome,” he says. Colby gives him a nervous look. “If you like fat boys so much, you could touch my thighs in a more sexual way. Maybe even fuck me.”
“Oliver. I can’t do this.”
“Please, nurse Colby. I need it. I just need a cute guy to make me cum. I haven’t done it in months,” pleads Oliver.
“It’s unethical,” whispers Colby.
“One might say it’s unethical to work in a bariatric ward with a fat fetish,” Oliver challenges the nurse.
“I’m not acting on it. I’m here to help you as a professional,” trembles Colby, distracted with Oliver’s chapped flabby thighs.
“You know you want me. It would be a damn shame if Dr. Montgomery found out you jerk off to men my size.”
“What the fuck, Oliver. This is blackmail. What happened to you to make you this way?”
“Fuck me,” demands Oliver ignoring Colby’s question.
“I clearly can’t fuck you. I can’t use the bariatric hoyer by myself. We would get caught.”
“Jerk me off then. Are you going to do it...or not?” Oliver pauses.
“Fine,” Colby exhales both anxious and somewhat excited. Colby walks over to the door and puts a tag on the door labeled “Medical Testing. Do Not Disturb,” before returning to the immobile blob of boy.
“You look so sexy in those scrubs,” teases Oliver.
Colby responds by kissing his morbidly obese patient. Colby grabs Oliver’s fat face with his hand and kisses him harder, slowly inching his tongue into Oliver’s mouth forcefully before breaking the kiss. He moves down Oliver’s chins with quick, gentle kisses reaching his chest and then belly. “This is so fucked up,” Colby breathes between kisses. Colby reaches Oliver’s enormous thighs and traces his fingers down the stretch marks. Oliver yelps in pleasure.
“Shhhh! If we are going to do this, you must be quiet,” Colby whispers.
Colby reaches his hand deep into the crevices of Oliver’s fat folds. He feels like he’s going spelunking in musky, damp, warm folds. He regrets almost instantly not using a glove as his forearms become buried trying to find Oliver’s member. After a minute of searching Colby realizes he’s found Oliver’s penis. It’s small and engulfed in a fat pad. Colby ties his best to put his finger and his thumb around the tiny head.
Colby gently squeezes the tip causing Oliver’s eyes to flutter and his body to twitch. The twitching causes an avalanche effect making waves to travel down his fat body. Colby pauses for the fat to stop moving so much. Once the waves of blubber settle, he continues to run his thick fingers down the buried shaft. Oliver groans softly trying to cover his mouth with his bare hands. All Oliver can think of is getting off by this stud of a nurse. His heart beats faster. A few strokes later Oliver cums deep into his under belly and let’s out several muffled grunts. The pair become silent for a moment.
“S-so... what are you... you going to bring me to eat after working up my appetite?” Oliver pants trying to catch his breath.
“Oliver, I could be fired because of what I just did. I’m not bringing you food too. The game ends now. This is for your own good.”
“I’m starving though. No one feeds me here. Can’t you hear my tummy growl. Do you want me to starve to death?” asks Oliver, giving Colby an equivalent of puppy eyes.
“Oliver, I’m going to tell you something for the sake of honesty. Please, please don’t take advantage of this because as hot as this is, your health comes first. Technically, no one can stop you from ordering outside food or using the cafeteria. The doctor gave you a restricted diet, but he can’t make you stick to it.” Oliver looks at the nurse with confusion. “Dr. Montgomery is headstrong and tries to force good habits. However, he doesn’t own the hospital. There is not an official policy forbidding food. It’s not realistic to monitor everyone’s diet and it doesn’t happen in the real world. Also, our hospital accepts some federal payments opposed to 100% insurance. It’s your right to get the food if you keep pushing the issue.”
The gears in Oliver’s mind turn. “I’m only telling you this because you act like you’re suffering. You seem like a wounded animal and I don’t like seeing that. You still need to lose a dramatic amount of weight. Just use it for a snack or two a week. Don’t abuse this information.”
Oliver starts ordering from the hospital cafeteria often, armed with the knowledge that the staff can’t legally stop him anymore. Sometimes he goes as far as ordering ten to twelve times per day without guilt. It takes Oliver two days to realize he can game the system, so he does so to the best of his ability. Every single meal is wrong or missing items. A few of his chicken nuggets are “missing.” His sandwich is on the “wrong” bread. His cake is “gluten-free.” However, instead of sending the meal back he finishes the meal and demands a replacement is sent up to his room. The staff are powerless to challenge him on his inappropriate behavior.
Oliver looks even bigger than ever after discovering that he can request food and scam the cafeteria whenever he wishes. There is no way he hasn’t gained all of his weight back and more over the past month. The idea seems realistic, but it’s not entirely impossible as his appetite came back with a vengeance. Linda looks at her son anxiously, but not surprised. Oliver refuses to wear the gown anymore leaving him stuck in bed and skipping physical therapy. The tubes carrying oxygen are still in his nose, indicating that he never built enough strength in his lungs to breathe on his own. He is covered in only a thin white sheet outlining every fold of his body.
Oliver’s mother’s resolve cracked under pressure after watching her baby boy pretend to suffer. She is unaware of the actual policy, still under the impression she can’t bring Oliver food. He keeps scamming his meals and convinces her to sneak mini bags of chips, bottles of whole milk, and king sized candy bars in her purse. It became a habit, a secret she would never tell Dr. Montgomery, the physical therapy nurses, or even her husband. Per usual she empties her entire purse on Oliver’s belly as he dives into the snacks like he hasn’t eaten in weeks. Each item disappears quickly. She picks up every bag or wrapper discarded and hides the evidence in her purse to dispose of when she is alone.
“H-honey?” she asks, trying to get Oliver out of his food trance.
“What’s up, mom?” asks Oliver.
“We are going to have to go back to London soon. We can’t keep putting our lives on hold,” says Linda gently.
“Please don’t leave me. I have no one else beside me anymore,” Oliver tries to guilt her.
“I’m sorry, but it has to happen. Your father has already booked our flights. We aren’t trying to be mean, but it is time that you find the motivation and work on yourself.”
“I don’t want to be alone. I will have no one here to help me. No one here to...to love me,” Oliver’s voice becomes soft.
“We won’t physically be here, but I want you to know that despite your weight issue and our tough love, we still love you,” says Linda.
“Why doesn’t he love me anymore?” whispers Oliver with tears in his eyes.
“Honey, I don’t know what happened between you two. I’m sure he still loves you and would be devastated to hear how things have turned out. Sometimes things happen for a reason. I don’t want to overstep my boundaries, but you need a friend through all of this so you won’t be alone,“ she replies before kissing him on the forehead, a rare sign of affection from her that usually marks a crisis.
“What am I supposed to do?” asks Oliver, wiping away the tears with the back of his hands.
“Your father and I asked one of your friends to come keep an eye on you for awhile. He should be here any minute. I have to go now. I love you, Oliver,” she replies and walks out the door.
Approximately five minutes later a familiar looking man around Oliver’s age enters the hospital room. Oliver does a double take processing who he sees in his foggy mind. It can’t be. Oliver’s memories come fading back as he realizes the person before him is Josh. Josh walks over with a balloon that says “get well soon” to Oliver’s beside trying to hide his shock at seeing his best friend confined to a mattress with oxygen tubes in his nose. It is surreal to Josh to see his friend like this.
“What the fuck are you doing here!? Get out!”
“Your parents have asked me to help you anyway that I can with their absence. I plan on keeping my promise to them.”
“I said to get the fuck out,” shouts Oliver.
“I can tell you’re angry…” Josh states calmly.
“You’re shit as sure right I’m angry. I’m expendable to everyone, including you. No one can just let me be happy. You were supposed to be my friend and support me. No wonder my mental health is shit. I feel like shit with this social isolation.”
“Oliver, I’m sorry. I am supporting you. I’m doing that through trying to help you get healthy,” says Josh with genuine concern. “I shouldn’t have yelled or attacked you. It was just shocking and a little scary to see that you blew up so big. Even more so now that you can’t walk. I realize now you have an addiction and we have to treat that, not make you feel bad. Please give me a chance. Otherwise you’re going to be here alone.”
“You don’t even live here anymore.”
“I just graduated with my teaching degree. I start at a local school at the end of the month, so I’m moving back. Like I said, I am here if you don’t want to be alone.”
Oliver crosses his arms trying to think rationally. He already is on edge. Having absolutely no one would be detrimental and keep his mental health declining. “Fine,” he sighs.
Josh sits with Oliver day after day trying to encourage him and keep him entertained while in his hospital bed. Every chance to stop Oliver from ordering food or trying to get Oliver to start physical therapy again fails. Josh tries to remain calm and supportive without making Oliver angry. The results of Oliver’s extra snacking show up on the scale another two weeks later; The bariatric bed scale reads out his new weight in front of Josh and Dr. Montgomery: 802 pounds.
Josh looks at Oliver with concern, but bites his lip trying to maintain the peace. Dr. Montgomery shows no sign of shock and takes a different, more explicit approach. “You’re back above your starting weight, Oliver. How did this happen so fast? Hm?” questions Dr. Montgomery.
“I don’t understand why I’m gaining weight again! I was doing so well. I’ve been doing my best to stick to the diet and occasionally doing these terrible exercises,” lies Oliver.
“It is because you don’t follow the necessary diet I’ve prescribed,” says Dr. Montgomery with a matter-of-fact tone.
“I haven’t cheated! I know how serious this is for me. I swear,” Oliver lies.
“The scale doesn’t lie. I know you cheated. Don’t pretend like you didn’t have cafeteria workers bring you food all hours of the night when you thought I went home. You’re quite infamous down there. I know everything that happens in the bariatric unit,” Dr. Montgomery shames Oliver and walks over to the side of the bed. He reaches behind Oliver’s bed pillows that prop the whale of a young man up. His hands slide out with a handful of empty chip bags and warm, melting candy bars. He throws them on Oliver’s belly.
“If you were sticking to my regime you’d be losing approximately 15 pounds per week. Don’t think of it as cheating on your diet. The only thing you're cheating on is yourself. You’ve cheated yourself out of your aspirations by letting yourself get this big and if you don’t stop soon, you’ll have cheated yourself out of your life.”
“I can’t help it. I try and I try, but food is my drug of choice. What is life without being able to eat such delicious food all of the time?”
“Oliver, let me tell you a story. When I was young I really wanted to play soccer. I begged my mom to pay the fees to join the team. I’ll be honest. I didn’t go to all the practices and I did a terrible job keeping up because the idea was better than the reality of the situation. Sure, I liked soccer, but I decided it wasn’t for me. The coach put me in on some games, but I mostly sat on the bench because I never put in the work. The moral of the story is that I wasted everyone’s time and my mom’s money. The same is true for you. If you are going to be a player in this game, you need to use your resources and play the game. I want to get you off that bench before you get too heavy to get off of it.”
“Maybe I don’t want to play this game anymore. Keep me on the bench because this fucking sucks!” Oliver exclaims, only pissing Dr. Montgomery off more.
Dr. Montgomery gives his monologue: “Fine, have it your way. You have proven time and time again that you can’t put in the work and keep it off making you unqualified for life saving bariatric surgery. If you spent as much time dieting and exercising as you did eating and sleeping, you’d keep the weight off and we wouldn’t be having this conversation. I’m sending you home. Congratulations, you’re hopeless. You want to die? Fine. I am discharging you. I will write you a prescription for Duloxetine. It’s used to help with your depression, anxiety, diabetic neuropathy, and chronic muscle pain. I feel like it will help you maintain some stability and pain relief for a little longer. This is the last and only thing I can do for you without a serious commitment, so I recommend you start making your funeral arrangements.”
“Wait! No, I didn’t mean it!” cries Oliver.
“Too late. Go find a new doctor willing to put up with this bullshit. You’re out of here!”
“Who is going to take care of me when I’m discharged? I have no one at home. My parents are going back to London and Dylan left me.”
Josh sighs listening to the dramatic conversation Oliver causes. “Oliver. I can’t be around during the day, but I haven’t signed a lease yet. I will come live with you. I can help pay some of the bills and give you care in the morning and evening.”
“Please, no! He is going to starve me! Please, please, please! I will do better, I promise! Just don’t leave me with Josh,” begs Oliver.
“It’s settled. We are sending you home under the assumption Josh will take care of you. If not, then good luck,” closes Dr. Montgomery. He walks out of the hospital room leaving a tension between Oliver and Josh. Dr. Montgomery calls for a medical transport and completes the remaining paperwork; No additional medical and preventative treatments will be given to Mr. Oliver Dives.