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America’s Fattest F*cks
Published: April 1st 2020, 3:02:45 am
America’s Fattest F*cks: Ian’s Journey
Season 3 | Episode 12
Length: 90 mins | TV-14 | 01/22/2024
Episode description: Ian has been immobile for three years and lives his life in a bed at only 26 years old. His self destructive behavior continues to be a problem indicated by not only being the heaviest participant on the show to date, but he is thought to be the heaviest person (currently) alive. His fat fetishist and gainer boyfriend may derail his progress. Their unwillingness to make lifestyle changes could mean a death sentence for Ian as the clock starts to run out.
Warning: This program contains graphic depictions of nudity, extreme morbid obesity, weight related health issues, and gruesome scenes of surgical procedures. Viewer discretion is advised.
[A black screen with white writing introduces the title of the show: America’s Fattest Fucks. The screen changes with the words: The world is getting fatter, but Americans will once again hold the record for the fattest people once again at this rate. There are thousands of people stuck in their house or even in their bed. The screen changes again: These are the stories of America’s Fattest F*cks.]
[The screen changes to a close up of a blond woman eating at The Heart Attack Grill.]
Random participant Voice-over: I can’t believe I’ve gotten so big.
[Zoom in of a shirtless belly overhanging a pair of gym shorts. Then, a large woman
Waddles down a narrow hallway.]
Random relative Voice-over: He’s just gotten so [censored] big he’s going to die.
[A shot of a surgeon standing above a patient on a gurney in the operating room. Then, another fat person puts their hand on their forehead holding back tears.]
Random participant Voice-over: AHHH! I can’t do this!
[A thin blond woman is visibly upset appears on the screen.]
Random relative Voice-over: I’m *censored* done. Eat yourself to *censored* death you fat *censored* piece of *censored*. Fat *censored*.
[The video montage stops with a black screen. White letters appear. The journey you are about to see has the biggest person on this show to date.]
Ian Voice-over: I feel my body failing me every day. I have no idea how long I can last going like this.
[The screen turns black screen again with white writing introducing the poor fat fuck of the story.]
Ian Ham
26 Years Old
Weight Unknown
[The screen shows a random scene of a train going by with white writing in the left hand corner indicating the participant lives in Corpulent Christi.]
Ian Voice-over: [Bullshit quote producers make him read that has nothing to do with Ian’s actual outcome in the end.] It’s easy to lose yourself in fear and feel hopeless. It’s more challenging to find hope and stay positive, but it’s rewarding and powerful...if you can.
[The camera cuts to a forest. Then, in front of a worn down double wide trailer nearby. The music becomes more dramatic as the camera zooms in on the red headed man’s morbidly obese body filling up an entire hospital bed. Ian is so fat his chins obscure his rolls of neck. The expansive flesh on his upper arms engulf his lower arms. Traveling down his body his stomach’s stretch-marked flesh cascades down to the beginning of a white ended sheet. Every movement causes his fat move in waves and his labored breathing makes his chest heave up and down. Ian’s massive chest has two perky nipples with barbell piercings.]
Ian: Babe, I’m hungry! Is the food ready?
[Another man with black hair and a pudgy body walks into the living room. He wears a plain gray short-sleeve shirt with green Brazilian trunks. In his hands he brings Ian a plate full of donuts and a giant tumbler full of light yellow liquid.]
Forrest: A dozen chocolate donuts just for you babe. Freshly fried and coated.
[Ian grabs a donut off the plate and almost shoved the entire fried dough into his mouth at once. With the big bite his cheeks puff out like a squirrel.]
Forrest: Do you want me to bathe you while you eat?
[Ian swallows and attacks the rest of his donut while nodding his head. Ian leaves the room for a brief time before coming back with a bucket of warm water, soap, and a wash cloth.]
Forrest: Ian is always so ravenous. It’s easier to wash him while he eats so he doesn’t complain too much. He’s ballooning rapidly so he’s starting to eat more often.
[Forrest takes a wet rag and starts the process of washing his boyfriend like a minivan. He pushes the rag over and under Ian’s giant breasts trying to get the crevices and folds clean. As he washes further down Ian’s body the camera zooms into Ian’s disgusting folds.]
Ian: It’s humiliating that my boyfriend has to bathe me. He has to bring me every meal. I can’t do anything for myself anymore. What am I supposed to do about this weight that’s killing me? That's the million dollar question. Nothing so far has worked when I’ve tried to lose weight in the past. So this is my reality.
[Ian continues to eat between talking points and Forrest keeps washing every nook to prevent infections.]
Ian Voice-over: I haven’t weighed myself in years because I’m immobile and the only scale that could do the job are at truck stops or for livestock. The last time I was weighed I was in the mid 600’s. I’m sure I’m still below 700.
Forrest Voice-over: Ian thinks he doesn’t weigh that much. It’s pretty cute. Fat chance, piglet.
Forrest: Are you enjoying your drink?
Ian: It’s great. Thank you, hun.
Ian Voice-over: My favorite food is probably the no-bake cheesecake mix that Forrest gets for me. It gives me a high like nothing else and it’s so creamy. I drink the mix before I let it solidify like normal cheesecake. It’s more like a milkshake.
Forrest Voice-over: Can you believe he is dating a pastry chef and he prefers no-bake? I do a good job though with it. The trick is to use two extra cups of whole milk so it doesn’t get thick and clumpy. I sometimes add a dash of heavy cream, but you want to keep it as thin as possible. It’s more runny this way and he can drink a half gallon of it as a snack.
[Forrest takes a clean towel and dries Ian off carefully. Ian has almost finished his entire meal].
Ian: Forrest has to dry me off because I can’t reach all the caverns my obesity created.
Forrest: It’s important I spend a lot of time taking care of his skin. The skin is fragile. We want to prevent as many rashes and infections as much as possible by eliminating trapped moisture.
Ian: Babe, I’m still hungry. Can you bring me more food? I feel dizzy from my low blood sugar.
[The recorded video moves quickly in a time lapse. Forrest brings Ian entire meals that could feed families of four. Being in the South, Forrest brings Ian a lot of fattening things: 12 pieces of fried chicken, half a dozen biscuits smothered in white gravy, a tray of macaroni and cheese, bowls dumplings, and a stack of fried bologna sandwiches.
Forrest Voice-over: I estimate that my big boy consumes thousands and thousands of calories a day. I guess if I had to give it a number, it would probably be between 10,000 and 15,000 calories per day. I was hoping we could get him up past 20,000. Ian’s size is the first thing, and mostly the only thing people see. They don’t care how he got that way. People just find it gross and stare. Especially the delivery drivers now that he’s immobile. His weight was the first thing I noticed about him, but it’s just because he’s a sexy teddy bear. You can’t blame me for loving all of that ass.
Ian Voice-over: I feel my body failing me every day. I have no idea how long I can last going like this. I’m afraid I won’t wake up one morning, but as scary as that is I can’t stop eating all of this delicious food.
[Forrest clears the graveyard of dirty plates.]
Ian: I’ve always been fat. It wasn’t a problem when I was a kid.
[A photo of him as a pudgy baby sitting up, and then another photo of him as a chunky toddler trying to reach a toy in front of him appears on the screen.
Ian Voice-over: I was a really big kid. I can’t even recall the entire timeline, especially because I didn’t get weighed until I was older. I had no idea what obesity was when the pediatrician used it.
[The photo changes to him at around 8 years old in a pool with an oversized shirt on instead of being shirtless].
Ian Voice-over: My parents always told me that I wasn’t allowed to leave the table until I ate everything I had on my plate. I thought that it was the way it was supposed to be, so I ate everything and now I continue to eat everything.
[Several other photos of Ian growing up and out flip through the screen as he continues to talk about his life. Photos include him hanging out with friends, attending the middle school dance, playing video games, attending birthday parties, and more].
Ian Voice-over: I hit 300 pounds by age 13. Then, dad followed his dream and opened a bakery. I started putting on weight faster and faster. Dad made me help him and work for him at our new family business. I couldn’t help too much because of child labor laws, but he would pay me to help out anytime I could. I put on another 150 by the time I was 16 and got my license. A Car meant I could have reliable transportation to go out and get meals on my own when I wasn’t in school or working at the bakery. Dad hired me part-time as a cashier. At the end of the day I would get all the treats that didn’t sell.
[The pictures on the screen fade. The camera moves its angle to fit Ian in his bed and Forrest sitting right beside him holding Ian’s hand.]
Ian: When I finally graduated high school I think I was around 550-ish pounds. I tried weight watchers, but a points based system is easy to go over, especially when you only get 35 points per day. I tried Overeaters Anonymous. I was kicked out for sneaking in donuts. What a bunch of crap when the whole point is to curb your addiction. I was clearly addicted when I hit that low and no one cared to help me. I thought I had hit rock bottom. I couldn’t possibly get any bigger. A few months later is when I met Forrest.
Forrest: I graduated from a local school as a pastry chef. Ian’s dad hired me because he was impressed with my ability to work with complex presentations of wedding cakes, artisan bread, donuts, and candies. Meanwhile I was impressed and only applied for this random bakery because of Ian. He was so cute with his puffy red cheeks drooling at the smells of the bakery and having to sit down on a stool because of his heavy body.
Ian: Forrest was handsome. I stuttered over every word when we spoke for the first time. The more time we spent together, the more I realized I loved him. He was so nice. I had no idea he had feelings back until he baked me a cute cake.
Forrest: The cake had yellow frosting and a cartoon of a brown bear on it. He asked me on a date after presenting it to me.
Ian: Forrest made being fat a lot better because he loved me for me. We’ve been together ever since and my weight has never been a problem for him. In fact, he loves it and has put on about 150lbs himself.
Forrest: I’m going to get a lot of hate for this, but I definitely love my men big. Fat with a capital F. I’m a chubby chaser, feeder, and gainer. I’ve never intentionally tried to fatten up Ian. He’s just a natural at it. I’m not evil for having this fetish. I’ll support him as much as I can.
Ian: I know Forrest is a gainer. I know that he loves me at this size, but I also know he loves me for me. I know his addiction to fat porn and my addiction to food are teaming up to kill me. And that’s why I’m willing to put in the work and he’s willing to help me lose the weight, even if it’s not his favorite idea.
Forrest: I love him. He’s beautiful. I love being his care giver, but I do wish he could be a bit healthier. I’m a good boyfriend. I don’t want him to be miserable.
Ian: Never did I think this would happen to me. This is the kind of terrible tragedy that happens to other people. It was completely unexpected. I threw out my back one week lifting a cooler full of sodas. I was on bedrest for a week and when the week was done, I couldn’t get up on my own again. How was I supposed to know I had taken my last steps?
Forrest: I did anticipate it would happen, but not so soon. I didn’t mind it though. I still don’t because I love taking care of my big baby. Big is sexy. There’s plenty of him to love.
Ian: It used to scare me that I was getting so big clothes didn’t fit. I watched the sizes get progressively bigger as Forrest replaced old garments. Then, I had no choice but to upgrade to a bedsheet, so what’s the point? It’s embarrassing, especially when company comes over, but nothing beats the embarrassment of not being able to shower or take a shit on my own. I just don’t know how I’m going to make my situation better because I’m becoming more helpless every day and I’m running out of time.
[Commercial Break.]
Month 1
[The writing on the screen says the following: Ian has decided to contact Dr. Montgomery in Gainesville for a consultation.]
Ian Voice-over: I found a doctor who might be able to help me. I know Forrest is angry with me trying to lose weight, but I desperately need help! I just hope the doctor accepts me as his patient because if he doesn’t I’m going to die.
Forrest: I think I’ve packed everything. I can’t believe you’re forcing me to move. This is our home we’ve built together.
Ian: I’m so sorry babe. I promise it’ll be worth it when I can walk again and put in the work our relationship needs.
Forrest: Whatever.
Ian: I don’t know why you’re so mad at me.
Forrest: I’ll call the fire department and bring the moving truck to the front of the house.
[Forrest leaves through the door of their trailer carrying a moving box.]
Ian Voice-over: I don’t know if Forrest is more upset that I plan to lose weight or the fact we will have to move closer to Dr. Montgomery. I made an important decision without telling him and rented an apartment in Gainesville. We don’t know if Dr. Montgomery will even take me. This move may be for nothing and I think that’s what’s really frustrating Forrest. I feel guilty. The good news is that I got a few donations on my GoFraudMe account.
[Six firefighters come into the living room ready to move Ian.]
Firefighter 1: Mr. Ham, we are here to move your bed into the moving truck? Really? A moving truck?
Firefighter 2: Holy [censored]. How do you let yourself get that big?
Ian: It’s the only way I can get to Gainesville. A medical transport would take a long time and it would inconvenience Forrest.
Firefighter 1: That is just dangerous. What if you need oxygen? You’re so large. Stress and movement could cause you to have cardiac distress.
Ian: I guess it’s just a risk we will have to make.
Firefighter 3: I remember you. We made your door into a sliding screen so it was wide enough to get you out last time.
Ian: Yup, That’s me. This time all you have to do is just cart me out. The bed has wheels so I should be able to be pushed up the ramp of the moving truck. Hopefully, it’ll be a short operation.
[The team takes turns shifting the bed getting him outside. They struggle to push him up the ramp, but eventually get him situated in the moving truck. Forrest gets into the truck and starts driving them to Gainesville. An hour passes.]
Forrest: I’m going to stop and get him a bunch of food so he doesn’t starve. I know he knows I’m frustrated, but I still love him and want him to eat everything that makes him happy. It’s just. I don’t know. I’m having second thoughts. I don’t think that he’s going to be happy. He thinks he is going to walk right in, get the surgery, lose all of his cravings, and lose hundreds of pounds in a year. I just seriously don’t know. What if he doesn’t need me anymore if he loses weight? I love my chubby bear.
[Forrest stops to buy Ian fast food. He continues to stop every thirty minutes to buy Ian more fast food until they finally make it to the hospital in Gainesville. Forrest parks the truck at the back of the hospital. He gets out and opens the back of the truck revealing Ian in his bed. A doctor walks out of the extra wide back doors.]
Dr. Montgomery: Hello. How’re you doing today?
Ian: I am hungry and I hurt.
[The camera zooms in on Ian’s face highlighting his pain before zooming out again.]
Dr. Montgomery: You must be Ian. I was told you’d be coming. I’m glad you made it to Gainesville safely, even though you said you hurt. What hurts?
Ian: My body is numb everywhere. I think from sitting in this bed in the back of a giant truck.
Dr. Montgomery: No one has ever been loaded into the back of a moving truck and brought to the hospital before for their consultation. I’ve seen sitting in the back of mini vans or bariatric transports. Look, there’s your furniture and boxes behind your bed. What if something had fallen on you because it wasn’t secured. You didn’t even bother to be moved into your new place before coming in for the consultation.
Ian: Give me a lecture later. I’m hungry and can’t breathe very well right now. I’m numb. I think something is wrong with me.
Dr. Montgomery: Let's move you inside and get you checked out, okay? Then, we will go from there. Can you get out of your bed and walk for me?
Forrest: Sir, he hasn’t been able to walk in a few years now. That’s why he’s in the hospital bed with wheels. He stays in it. I think he might be sore because he usually is shifted a little to prevent bed sores.
Dr. Montgomery: I see. Who are you?
Forrest: I’m his caregiver and boyfriend.
Dr. Montgomery: Got it. You’re his enabler. Let’s all go inside now.
[Forrest looks at the doctor in shock because of his blunt attitude. 8 hospital employees walk up to the truck and roll the bed Ian is on down the ramp and into the hospital carefully. The camera zooms out dramatically to capture Ian’s full size and the strain on the workers as they shift Ian from his bed to the bariatric hospital bed with a scale built into the frame.]
Dr. Montgomery: Okay, Ian. I’m going to check a few things and then we will get your weight.
[Dr. Montgomery holds the cold stethoscope to Ian’s giant bare chest listening carefully. He then listens to Ian’s lungs.]
Dr. Montgomery Voice-over: This young man has to weigh at least 800 pounds, if not more.
Dr. Montgomery: Ian, this isn’t good. Your breathing is rapid and shallow. I suspect you’ve already had a heart attack and you didn’t even know it.
[The triad goes silent for a moment. The doctor moves to the end of the bed and pushes a few buttons. The bed captures Ian’s weight.]
Dr. Montgomery: 975 pounds. This isn’t a good situation.
Ian: Wow. Just... wow. I can’t believe it. I didn’t think I weighed that much.
Dr. Montgomery: It’s a side effect of too many calories and not enough exercise. I guess you do all of the cooking, Forrest.
Forrest: Well, yeah. I try to do some of the cooking. It’s mostly baking whatever Ian wants.
Dr. Montgomery: If you do some of the cooking and he does none, I assume you spend a lot of money on takeaways.
Ian: I know I shouldn’t, but I guilt Forrest into several fast food trips per day. I eat way too often and anything I want.
Dr. Montgomery: Bingo. You couldn’t get like this by yourself at over 900 pounds. You had help from an enabler. That’s why you’re like this. Fast food is not on my diet. You’re going to have to make sudden and dramatic changes to your eating habits. He’s going to have to deny your demands for food. I have a major problem with partners who want to be caretakers of their bedridden loved ones. I’m afraid you’re going to sabotage him.
Forrest: I know. I want to make him happy and if losing weight makes him happy, we will do what it takes.
[Dr. Montgomery hands Ian and Forrest a pamphlet of his diet recommendations.]
Forrest: No thank you. I’m not here to lose weight. This is his program. I’m just here to support Ian.
Dr. Montgomery: You’re going to be on a 1200 calories a day diet. You will both need to do it, whether you want to or not. You just support each other or it’s not going to work. The plan is designed to be high in protein and low in carbs. If you follow the diet, the weight will shed off of you fast.
Ian: I will do this. I guess my question though is when I’ll get approved for surgery. The diet stuff is secondary to me.
Dr. Montgomery: The diet is the primary concern. I can’t operate on you until you lose over 200 pounds. Frankly, you’ll be at a massive risk for me until you get down to 600 pounds, but I’ll do it if you can lose what I ask. It’s just 200 pounds!
Ian: Are you serious? You’re my last hope and you want me to lose that much weight first?
Dr. Montgomery: Honestly, no surgeon will operate on you until you lose a ton of weight. I’m being quite generous here by saying you only have to lose as little as I require. Stick to the diet, Ian. I’ll see you in two months.
[Ian and Forrest are escorted out by the medical team.]
Ian Voice-over: I’m just really disappointed I weigh 975lbs and that he didn’t approve me from surgery and that I’m going to have to lose weight on my own first. It’s not fair. I thought he could wave his magic wand and fix me. If you want to help people your aid shouldn’t be conditional.
[Dr. Montgomery stands in the middle of the hallway looking into the camera.]
Dr. Montgomery: I am really concerned that this isn’t going to work. Ian doesn’t seem ready to make a change and I’m skeptical Forrest is willing to sacrifice a sexual fetish for his boyfriend’s health. I’ve seen this before with another feeder and feedee couple. While they eventually broke up, I had to dismiss the feedee from the program because he couldn’t stick to the diet. I heard he ended up being one of the fattest men alive. Ian may surpass him if Forrest can’t be what Ian needs him to be.
[Commercial Break.]
Month 2
Forrest: I’m back from Lard Have Mercy.
Ian: Did you get me the salad I asked for?
Forrest: Salad? If you want salad so much, we have some grass and leaves outside.
Ian: So, you’re going to make me eat grass or starve?
[Forrest pulls a few fries out of a bag and waves them in Ian’s face, a warm oil scent intoxicates Ian].
Forrest: No, I tried to be healthy for you and get you things that would be substantial so you wouldn’t go hungry.
Ian: Dr. Montgomery said fried food isn’t on the diet.
Forrest: It’s fine. Potatoes are vegetables. Fries are made from potatoes. This, I got you a whole bag of potatoes.
Ian: Fine. I guess you’re right, babe. I’m just concerned that I’m not getting anything that’s high in protein, like the diet says I need to stay full the rest of the day.
[Forrest is fully aware of the fucked up things he’s doing to make Ian feel better about breaking the diet. He pulls out several quadruple burgers out of another bag and hands them to Ian].
Forrest: Don’t you trust me? I took care of that too. I got you a few burgers too. Burgers are high in protein. Just take the buns off to get rid of the carbs. Look, I even got you a giant jug of juice to drink with it. It’s made from fruit, so it’s healthy.
Ian: You’ve out done yourself. I love you so much.
Forrest: Then, you’re going to really love me because I am making you a dessert!
Ian: Dessert isn’t in the diet. I’ve got to watch my weight, sweetie.
Forrest: Relax. You can have a cheat dessert today. Besides, it’s super healthy and I know how much you loved my baked goods. I’m making carrot cake with cream cheese frosting.
[Ian’s eyes glaze over as he begins his feast. The camera fades out and the screen goes black.]
Month 3
[Ian is being rolled in on his bed by the medical crew into a hospital room.]
Ian Voice-over: Dr. Montgomery wanted to see me for my weight-in to see how much weight I’ve lost over two months. Since I’m too big to travel, he called for a bariatric transport for me. I expect that since I’m eating healthier I have lost some weight. I’m confident that I met Dr. Montgomery’s goal. I feel like if I wasn’t bedridden, I would be able to move around a lot better now. I know I had some slip ups, so it might not be all the weight I planned to use, but it’s major progress.
Dr. Montgomery: How are you doing Ian?
Ian: I am doing fantastic. I know my progress is going to shock you.
Dr. Montgomery: I sure hope so. I’m a bit concerned because it doesn’t look like you’ve lost weight, but I am going to give you the benefit of the doubt. Let’s check your weight!
[The doctor walks over to the end of the bed Ian was moved to again like his original consultation. The scale blinks in anticipation before revealing Ian’s colossal weight.]
Dr. Montgomery: You said you were doing better. You can’t lie like that because the scale will tell the truth every time.
Ian: I thought I was doing everything I was supposed to do. I can’t believe I’ve gained weight. It’s a little frustrating for me.
[Everyone goes silent for a moment. Forrest is getting a boner glancing at the bed scale.]
Ian: Are you going to tell me how much I weigh?
Forrest: Do you really want to know, babe?
Dr. Montgomery: You gained a total of 47 pound Ian! You gained almost 50 pounds in two months when you were supposed to lose that much in two months minimum. You’re in the quadruple digits, Ian! How stupid can you be to allow yourself to get this big? Few people live to tell the tale that they weigh over 1,000 pounds. The only other time I’ve seen a man so large was when the guy was already dead.
Ian: Doctor, you act like I enjoy the situation that I’m in currently. That’s a lot. It’s so much weight it’s scary to me. Do you think I like destroying myself because of my bad genetics?
Dr. Montgomery: It's not genetics. It’s the *censored* junk you shove into your piggy mouth. If you’re going to lie and have a cheat meal, at least be smart about it. You could get soups or grilled chicken from restaurants. The junk you’re getting is clogging your arteries and making you fatter.
Forrest: Don’t be so mean to him. He’s done nothing wrong. He’s trying his best!
Dr. Montgomery: He’s not trying his best. Neither are you! Do you prefer your partner’s death over his health? Is his fat the only reason you’re attracted to him?
Ian: It’s just a small set back. I plan to do everything I can to move forward.
Dr. Montgomery: This cannot and will not happen again. I’m giving you these wireless scales that go under your bed. They are four pads that you put under each corner. They should help you weigh yourself to keep track of your progress. I expect you to lose the same amount I recommended last time.
[A scene of Ian being loaded into a bariatric transport to go home follows the intense visit.]
Dr. Montgomery Voice-Over: His life span is rapidly declining because of his immobility. I still can’t believe it. He’s the heaviest patient I’ve ever had on this program still living. He won’t be for long.
[Dr. Montgomery stands in the hallway finishing his comments.]
Dr. Montgomery: I don’t understand why people like Ian eat so much they die. They lack self-control, they are indulgent, and they are lazy.
[Commercial Break.]
Month 5
[Several photos and short clips of Ian highlights his lies about following the diet over the last month. He ramped up his cheat meals and photos of him in bed naked while eating mass quantities of disgusting concoctions. He’s seen eating hostess cakes, gallons of ice cream, Cheetos, nachos, chili cheese fries and glamorous cakes. Ian convinced him over time that they are actually all healthy in some capacity. The final photo is him eating cookie dough with his bare hands.]
Ian Voice-over: I’m a little worried after my weigh-in. In the original consultation I was 975lbs. I didn’t lose the 50 lbs Dr. Montgomery wanted. I ended up getting over 1000 pounds, which was one of my nightmares. I didn’t go in for my weigh in during month 4 because I really want to stun him with my extreme weight loss.
[Dr. Montgomery drives to see Ian for a house call. His hands are on the steering wheel.]
Dr. Montgomery: Ian skipped his appointment last month. It’s never a good sign when a patient doesn’t show up for their scheduled appointment. The games end now. I am not wasting taxpayer dollars for his ambulance ride just to get too and from the hospital if he isn’t committing. I’m honestly worried about what I’m going to see when I get there. I just hope he got his life together.
[Dr. Montgomery parks and gets out of his car. He walks up to the apartment and knocks on the door labeled 12A. Forrest opens the door for him allowing him to walk into the living room. Ian is in a bed looking bigger than ever with newly formed stretch marks.]
Forrest: Good morning.
Dr. Montgomery: How are y’all doing?
Ian: We are doing just fine. Feeling healthy and making progress towards my weight loss goals!
Dr. Montgomery: Have you been able to shift your bulk in bed by yourself? Move to the edge of the bed by yourself? Stand up at all?
Ian: Well, uh...
Dr. Montgomery: It’s a simple yes or no. I’m taking that as a no.
Ian: No. I’m working on it really hard though! I want to make you proud!
Dr. Montgomery: How is his controlled diet going?
Forrest: You will need to ask him.
Dr. Montgomery: Well, I mean, you’re his enabler. He’s not getting out of bed to get thousands of calories per day on his own. You out of anyone should know how many calories he’s clocking in everyday. You look like you’ve put on some weight yourself.
Forrest: I’m a gainer. Gaining makes me feel good mentally. He’s the one trying to lose weight.
Dr. Montgomery: As his partner you’re supposed to be encouraging and living a healthy lifestyle too. You can’t be eating crap and expect him to lose weight.
Ian: Don’t worry, doc. My diet is going well! I feel like I’m controlling my portions and weight better now.
Dr. Montgomery: It’s good to hear you think you’re doing better, but you’re in complete denial. When I look at you it doesn’t look like you’ve lost anything. You even look even bigger than you did last time. Your sides are physically spilling over the mattress now.
Ian: Well, lets see. You can turn the weights on from under the bed.
Dr. Montgomery: Well, what was his weight when you last weighed him?
Forrest: I haven’t actually used the scales. They’ve been under the bed since we got him home.
Dr. Montgomery: You haven’t used them? Oh, boy. I guess Ian and I are both about to be disappointed. You’ll get excited because you think it’s hot to lust after someone close to death, Forrest.
[The doctor bends down to turn each scale on. Forrest looks angry, clenching his jaw and hands shut. Ian glances at Forrest nervously. The doctors face turns from cynical to appalled]
Dr. Montgomery: Any guesses, Ian?
Ian: Well, I’m guessing I’ve done super well since I’m doing what you tell me to do. I’d say I’m probably down to the 950 range.
Dr. Montgomery: You’re up to 1,112 pounds.
Ian: That’s not possible.
Dr. Montgomery: It is possible and it happened.
Ian: I've had a lot going on in my life!
Dr. Montgomery: You keep making excuses. You’ve had nothing going on. Do you want to die? This is how people die. I don’t know how to get you to understand how dire your situation is right now. If you lose more calories than what you take in, you lose weight. It’s basic.
Forrest: I’m getting really frustrated by the way you’re talking to him.
Dr. Montgomery: I’m getting frustrated that you’re shoving cake down his throat like your [censored]. Feeders are truly the worst.
Ian: You can’t talk to us like this.
Dr. Montgomery: I’m going to leave. I recommend going to therapy and handing Issues you’re having right now. Once that is done, give me a call. Then, we will decide if being here is in your best interest.
[Dr. Montgomery storms out the door leaving the two men angry and shocked.]
Ian: That was really intense. I think I worked up a sweat just sitting here. Can you bring me a snack?
Forrest: Sure. I’ll get you some chips and then I’ll bake you another one of those healthy cakes.
Month 6
[The screen turns black with the following in white letters: Ian moved back to Corpulent Christi. He is not continuing the program after only six months. Ian is back in the same spot where the show started except even heavier].
Ian: The last six months were a waste of my time. I sacrificed my health going to Gainesville to get absolutely no help. We decided that it was best to leave the program and come back home. I was getting no support and we were starting to run out of money.
Forrest: We felt very good about his progress. He might not have lost weight, but he made some good changes to his lifestyle that I’m sure will help him live longer. I’m just very disappointed we moved for an incompetent doctor. The yo-yo dieting the doctor tried could have killed my boyfriend. The doctor is negligent and abusive.
Ian: I think we are just glad to be back home and not being abused by Dr. Montgomery. Progress isn’t just a number on the scale.
[The credits on the screen scroll in the bottom as Ian finishes his rant on screen in his bed eating from a plate of brownies].
Ian: At this point my goal is to just die fat and happy. I mean, as happy as I can be. Everything hurts, but as long as I have Forrest and a heaping mountain of food, I’ll be fine. No fake doctor is going to make me feel bad for things out of my control.
Dr. Montgomery Voice-over: It’s unfortunate how things turned out. Ian was not ready like I predicted in the beginning. Forrest helped him derail any hope of progress. I try my best to help others, but sometimes it’s impossible to help them because they won’t help themselves. I wish Ian the best.
[The screen turns black a final time. The white letters state: In memory of Ian Ham. Rest In Peace].