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Bad Habits | Chapter 13 | Fat Chance

Published: May 22nd 2020, 4:55:41 pm

[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 13: Fat Chance

When Oliver was released from the hospital a bariatric transport brought him to the home Dylan had bought him. It was the only place to go, but the bedroom was not an option. His parents paid to have the tiny home fixed from where the EMTs cut out his enormous body. They figured if he needed out again it would be best to park his ass in the living room. From that point forward Oliver sat in a bed completely naked. Time spiraled away from him as he adjusted to his new normal; eating in bed all day while Josh was at work. Entire months went by with a blur, each day was harder to keep track of the social construction of time.

One might believe Oliver’s appetite and weight couldn’t spiral anymore out of control after leaving the hospital. Yet, the opposite is true. Oliver’s body continues to explode with fat. He’s ravenous every moment of every day. Nothing satisfies his hunger, but at least the Duloxetine kicked in a week after being discharged for which Josh feels grateful. The entire first week Oliver expressed a dying feeling, which turned out to be post traumatic stress disorder. He woke up in the middle of the night due to his anxiety. Only one explanation assaulted his mind: He feared he had another heart attack. He called for Josh, who stayed up with him all night rubbing his hand and giving him half a gallon of warm milk to try to get him to fall asleep. This happened every night for seven long, agonizing days until the medication slightly mitigated the extremes of Oliver’s depression, anxiety, diabetic neuropathy, and chronic muscle pain. The issues still exist, but the episodes are less frequent after his body adjusts to the new medication.

However, Oliver never stops eating despite the medication. Junk food most people would find inedible due to the high salt, sugar, and fat content makes his mouth salivate when he isn’t consuming whole family sized meals that looks like a buffet spread around him on his bed. He gorges every day until he feels nauseous, struggling to breathe, and then gorges more after that. Oliver advertises his presence online as the future world’s fattest man. Killing himself with food feels too good to stop in an uncertain world. Deep fried food is the only constant in Oliver’s life. He knows everything will crash and burn soon. There is no stopping the inevitable. Oliver embraces his lifestyle, with or without Dylan by his side like he said he would. 

Oliver finds himself still bound to his bed, unaware of how much he actually weighs despite being sent home with a bariatric bed with a scale built into the frame. He never asks Josh to check his weight on it, even though he has a sneaking suspicion Josh checks it while Oliver sleeps. Oliver chooses to ignore everything to prevent a fight. Oliver tries to be more careful with his friendship, or whatever complex relationship he has with Josh, knowing if Josh leaves he will be alone without care. 

If Oliver wasn’t in the immobile state in which he finds himself, he’s sure he’d find a stable, lucrative career as a champion competitive eater. Oliver’s fans love his size, sending him money to gain access to his 24/7 live feed. Oliver loves days like these when Josh is at work so he can eat for his fans. Even better his fans send him more food throughout the day via delivery. Oliver licks his fingers clean, finishing a chocolate cake sent by one of his fans. 

“Did you like that, babe?” Oliver asks seductively at the camera rubbing the fallen debris onto his pillowy tits. “What’s next? Who do I have to show my tits to for them to order me pizza?” Oliver asks seductively while pushing his enormous breadth together. 

Three loud knocks vibrate against the door to the living room as if the universe answers his question. Oliver looks at the door wondering who might be on the other side, but he has a hunch whoever it is might be bringing another meal. Obviously, Oliver can’t get up and get the door himself. He’d collapse immediately under his own weight. Fortunately, he asked Josh to leave the door unlocked before going to work because Oliver has every intention of ordering delivery all day behind Josh’s back. “Hold on!” Shouts Oliver toward the general direction of the door. He glances around for something, anything to cover himself up with at the moment. The only thing that will fit him, the bed sheet, is discarded on the floor with an empty cake container and several empty fast food bags from an earlier order. “Fuck it,” he sighs heavily. Then, looking back at the door, he shouts “Come in.”

The door knob turns exposing a man in a red polo, jeans, and a hat with a cartoon pig carrying a stack of five pizzas. Oliver realizes a fan must have sent him a party feast from Porky’s Pizza Parlor. Josh would be pissed to know some sick fuck on the internet is sending the massive man pizzas. 

The man’s eyes bug out of his head for a brief moment seeing the size of Oliver, especially naked in bed. He was used to answering the door for morbidly obese people, but Oliver takes the cake for the biggest. He’d never open the door to find someone so big and shameless enough to be naked with chocolate frosting on his thick tits. 

An enormous pile of molten belly covers much of the bed in front of him. The lard pushes his legs wide apart and strains against the reinforced bed. His thighs and knees are completely buried on sweaty fat rolls covered in red stretch marks. Sitting atop his giant belly are the biggest tits the delivery driver has ever seen on anyone, let alone a man. Oliver is uselessly pinned to his oversized bed. 

The delivery driver tries to compose himself after such a sight. “ P-uhm... the p-pizza party special for a...ahem...Mr. Oliver Dives?” He asks knowing the entire order is for the beast of a man and not an army of company. 

Oliver’s face lights up, excited as his stomach gurgles as if he doesn’t spend his days eating.

“That’s me,” Oliver drools.

“Where do you want them?” The delivery driver asks, still shocked at the whale stuck in his bed.

“You can just sit the stack beside me on this table. And go ahead and put one of the boxes on my lap...erm...what’s left of it. My belly? Place it on my belly, please. I am starving,” Oliver asks over the young man. 

The man does what Oliver requests of him. “Does it say who sent them?” asks Oliver, opening the first box before stacking two slices on top of one another and shoving them into his mouth greedily. 

The delivery driver attempts to look away, but he can’t help but notice Oliver devour the slices in a few bites. “I don’t have that information. Even if I knew who sent the pizza, I couldn’t share that information with you anyway,” the man nervously tells Oliver. 

“I should be going,” shyly says the delivery driver pulling out a receipt for Oliver to sign.”

“Wait! Please stay! I’ll pay you a giant tip if you stick around until I finish the pizzas,” coming up with a plan. He can’t let Josh see the stack of boxes or he’ll get another lecture about his weight. “I just need you to stay long enough for me to finish and throw the boxes away for me. And maybe the other trash I created in my day long binge. Please!” Oliver begs like a child with pizza in his mouth. 

“You want me to stay and do chores for you instead of my job?” asks the delivery driver with disgust. 

“It’s because I have to hide the evidence. My ex-friend, Josh, takes care of me now even though I don’t really care for him anymore. He gets so upset when I pig out,” explains Oliver.

“How big was that tip again?” asks the delivery driver contemplating his options.

“Let’s say... twenty bucks?” Oliver suggests. The delivery driver thinks about it more. His average tips are about five dollars per house. The poor obese man looks like he can eat a bunch of pizzas in a short amount of time making the tip worth it, thinks the delivery driver. “I’ll sweeten the deal.  You can take pictures of me,” Oliver sweats eating another double decker slice. 

“Why would I do that?” the delivery driver blushes.

“I don’t know. I’m the biggest person most people have ever seen. I see the way you look at me. Jerk off to them? Sell them and make more money? Show them to your friends and tell the story of the pathetically obese man you had to help. Do whatever you want with them. I don’t have much. I just seriously need your help, please...what’s your name?”

“Jared, sir.”

“Jared, I’m begging you to help me out here.”

“F-fine... I guess I can help you,” Jared stammers uncomfortably. Oliver can tell Jared is nervous. He eats several slices in awkward silence, or at least over the hissing of an oxygen machine beside Oliver’s bed and piggish grunts.

Jared looks around the house. He looks around the bariatric habitat created for the bed bound behemoth. The feeling of empathy for the man almost replaces the disgust feeling. He doesn’t understand how anyone lets himself get that big. Then, Jared notices a picture of a thin man in a tracksuit hanging from the wall above the Television. Jared tries to break the silence by making conversation. “Is that your brother? He looks like you, just...smaller.”

Oliver wheezes between bites, trying to catch his breath enough to speak. “No. Can’t you tell? That’s me. I used to be fit and athletic in high school.”

“No way!” Jared’s jaw drops.

“Hmmm. I’m going to finish off more of this pizza. Do you know what it needs? Some ice cream on the side. Go to my freezer and get the ice cream for me. I think it’s name is Death by Chocolate, and I’ll let you ask any questions you want about blowing up like a balloon.”

Intrigue shines in Jared’s eyes. The blubber ball already captivated him enough to clean his disgusting mess up. Why not get everything he can out of this experience? Jared gets up and goes to the kitchen. The freezer is easy to find. He opens it up to find ice cream, family-size, frozen meals, and frozen vegetables passed their experation date. Jared then searches the drawers for a spoon. After opening the third drawer he pulls out a giant spoon that looks more like a ladle. “This will work,” he mumbles under his breath and brings the ladle and giant tub of sugar to Oliver.

Oliver manages to finish another pizza as Jared arrives to the living room. He silently hands them to Oliver, who promptly takes the lid off with his teeth and accidentally drops the cold lid on his belly. Oliver feels a tingle as the lid with ice cream coats a small portion of his belly and rolls down the rolls and off the bed. 

“Perfect. Thanks for the help. So, anyway, I ran in high school. I was really good at it, but I started eating a bit more towards the end of my senior year. It was just a small, hardly noticeable layer of fat. I ran every day hoping for a scholarship, but the stress was too much. I didn’t get the scholarship I needed to go to college. My parents were rich, but refused to help support me.”

“That was enough to send you spiraling into the size you are now?” asks Jared with disbelief. 

“Not exactly. My high school crush came back to town. We started hanging out, smoking weed, over indulging in fast food. It was great. I started gaining weight quickly and found out my crush was more than happy to let me balloon. ‘Let’ is probably not the right word. I was encouraged and reassured that I looked sexy and that I should gain more. It was uncomfortable at first, but the more I ate, the better I felt. I liked my curves. I liked eating my fill with no worries. The sex was the most intense and pleasurable experience imaginable with the added weight.”

“I’m sorry,” Jared interrupts. “You could fuck her with all that added weight on you?” Jared tries to hide his disgust realizing that this young man found himself in a dangerous feederism relationship. 

“No. I’m pretty gay. I was with a very muscular man who would top me. All I had to do was eat. Seriously. Eating while climaxing or being handled is the best feeling in the world. I can’t think of one better,” admits Oliver.

Jared becomes more shocked with every sentence. Oliver continues: “I let it get too far. I knew he liked me fat and I learned to love my growth, so I just kept gaining. I wanted his love forever and always,” continues Oliver.

“Wanted? Where is he now?” asks Jared, suspecting Dylan flaked when Oliver got too big for him.

“He wanted to pursue his dreams of getting a college degree and moving up the chain at work,” Oliver sighs. “I mean, he tried to suggest I lose weight for the time being. It felt like he was using a promotion as an excuse to dump me,” Oliver says while scooping a huge spoonful of ice cream. 

“Let me guess. He dumped you for someone smaller and cuter?” Jared asks curiously. 

“Not exactly. I mean, the man he is with is smaller than me, but not by much. My mind spiraled into a dark place for quite some time. Every attempt I made to lose weight failed and I felt so alone. Not that I mind being this big, but I can’t do anything for myself. Looking back, I wish I hadn’t acted the way I did. He told me going back to school really was for his career and that we could make this work. I didn’t believe him. I should have believed him. I regret that I pushed him away,” Oliver eats another scoop of ice cream.

“Hey, so, you said I could take pictures, right? I’m not trying to be awkward or anything, but you’re the largest person I’ve ever seen and...” Jared speaks before Oliver cuts him off.

“You don’t have to explain yourself. You’re doing me a huge favor here. Do whatever you want. I won’t judge you or make any assumptions about you. I gave you full permission.”

Jared pulls out his phone and steps back. He tries to get Oliver’s immense body in the frame. He steps back more, able to capture most of Oliver. He snaps a few pictures before the front door opens.

“Oliver!” shrieks a familiar voice. Josh walks into the house. Josh is frustrated seeing the pizza delivery person and a stack of empty boxes with Oliver spooning ice cream into his greedy mouth. 

“You can’t be doing that! You just...” Josh pauses for a brief moment. “You just can’t...sit around being a fucking hog while I’m gone. This is the precise shit that made you as big as a house to begin with!” Josh scolds Oliver and then turns to Jared. “Why the hell are you here? Do you think your boss would be happy to know you’re on the clock feeding a whale like a pervert?”

“N-no sir. It wasn’t anything weird. I just delivered the pizza and brought him ice cream from the freezer. He asked me to stay and was willing to pay me extra to clean up his mess. All of this was his idea,” Jared flushes with embarrassment. 

“He did what now?” Josh closes his eyes, pinches the bridge of nose between his thumb and index finger, and exhales.

“I-I should be going,” Jared reiterates from earlier trying to excuse himself from the awkward drama. He shouldn’t have gotten involved. All he had to do was deliver the damn pizza. Jared just hopes he doesn’t lose his job over this. “Please sign the receipt, sir,” Jared offers the receipt to Oliver who scribbles and gives it back. 

“Can you please tip him?” Oliver asks Josh with hoarseness in his throat. Josh pulls out a wad of cash from his pocket and practically throws it at Jared, practically pushing him out the front door.  

When Josh finally gets the door closed, he gives Oliver an angry glare. “Why are you killing yourself with that garbage?” Josh asks with annoyance before rubbing his head with his right hand. 

The sudden urge to cry overwhelms him from Josh’s piercing words. Oliver tries to hold himself accountable and manage his emotions. 

“Please don’t be mad,” begs Oliver.

“I try so hard to make you healthy meals. I leave healthy snacks on your table within reach. Is this what you’ve been doing behind my back? I’ve not said anything because I know it’s hard, but enough is enough.”

“Y-you told me you were going to lay off me a little when you came to see me in the hospital,” Oliver whimpers. 

“I did lay off. I’ve done nothing but let you balloon. You were still supposed to be responsible for losing something! You can’t just sit around like a fat fucking pig in your own greasy filth. Do you not see yourself... see the mountains of trash you’ve produced in mere hours... do you not feel ashamed that you’re so big? Is potentially losing your life not enough motivation to stop eating?” sternly questions Josh.

“You knew... you knew what this was going to be like when I couldn’t even stick to a strict hospital diet. You shouldn’t be mad you can’t change that. They couldn’t help me so neither can you. Can’t I just be fat and happy? Please don’t be mad at me.”

Josh still can’t see how Oliver could be happy being somewhere over 800 pounds and confined to a bed. “I’m not mad at you. I’m just frustrated with the situation. I’m frustrated watching you kill yourself and it hurts there’s nothing I can do about it.”

“Do you know what it’s like to be this big? Unable to do anything for yourself? Food is the one pleasure I have left after your brother left me. Just let me have it. Do you understand what I’m saying?” Oliver asks. 

“No, I don’t understand. I mean, I guess I do... but I don’t.” He places his hands in his face trying to prevent tears and yelling. Josh paces back and forth cupping his hands over his mouth. “It’s an addiction. It’s an addiction,” Josh repeats through mumbled words.

Josh removes his hands from his face. “I don’t know what to do. I don’t want you to die, Oliver. I really don’t. I thought I could help you and I’ve failed. I seriously thought I could turn this around for you, but you look even heavier after coming home from the hospital. This is what you want. It feels like a cycle. No one can stop you no matter how hard we try. I feel like I ramble and we keep having the same conversations over and over about your health. I don’t want to be an enabler, but I clearly can’t do anything without you feeling attacked. At least I’m not actively feeding you to death like Dylan. I just don’t know how much more I can handle because I’m at my breaking point. I really can’t watch this go down, but you have no one else. My only choice is to call Dylan, but that means a certain death for you.”

“Dylan doesn’t want to see me. Besides, he’s not even around here anymore,” says Oliver through bites of his ice cream

Josh bites his lip. “I really don’t want to tell you this, but... he’s back. Dylan is back, Oliver. He finished his degree in the year’s worth of time you were in the hospital and then bed bound at home.”

Oliver’s heart races despite the medicine’s best efforts to dominate the rhythm. “Can you... I want to... please ask him to come see me,” chokes out Oliver.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. He’s not good for you. He’s the reason you’re like this. Forget I said anything. I had a moment of weakness. Let’s clean you up and start on your exercises from your bed.”

“No, I have to see him! Please! It’s not fair,” begs Oliver between another bite of ice cream. Oliver cradles the tub of ice cream like a precious newborn baby.Josh’s heart sinks before giving in to Oliver. He reluctantly calls his brother and asks him to come over to see Oliver. Later on, Dylan approaches the front door. A shiver runs down his spine, unsure what he will find and how the conversation will go after not seeing Oliver for at least 18 months. He takes a deep breath. For the second time, a loud knock shakes the door. Then, he opens the door and peeps his head in the door. 

“May I come in?” Dylan asks politely, nervous as ever to see a man who wears his handiwork on a daily basis, a man he is responsible for ruining in every single way. 

“Yes, we are both here,” says Josh. 

Dylan walks in to see the behemoth in the bed on the other side of the living room. Dylan attempts to hide his surprise that his ex is anchored to the bed still, hundreds of pounds heavier than when he left. It didn’t occur to either of them that Oliver could actually be that big. It’s something they once fantasized about, but neither of them expected him to actually make it that far; the idea seemed absurd such a weight would be possible for a 24 year old. 

“What the hell did you do to yourself?” Dylan gasps, trying to keep his hands off his dick. “You’ve really packed it on, huh,” he says, more of a statement than a question. Oliver can see a print visible on Dylan’s shorts. 

“I’ve put on a few pounds,” Oliver says blushing, feeling awkward by seeing Dylan as fit as ever. He worries about their last encounter. The tension feels thicker in the air. Oliver’s heart pounds. What if Dylan is still angry? What if Dylan doesn’t love him? Oliver regrets his decision. He thinks it’ll only lead to heart break again.  

“A few? God damn. How much do you weigh?”

“I...I don’t know,” Oliver blushes.

The room falls silent. Then, Dylan continues to the awkwardness in a strange transition of topics. “Can we talk?” 

“Can you give us a minute alone, Josh?” Dylan asks.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I can’t trust you,” Josh growls at his brother. 

“Please, Josh. I want to talk to Dylan in private. Could you leave for a while? Perhaps go see your mother, or better, I have a craving for some cheesecake.” Oliver whines.

Josh scowls at the two men. The tension between the triad rises, close to reaching a boiling point. “Oli-,” Josh tries to speak.

“Please?” Oliver asks again, interrupting Josh. In response Josh pulls his keys out of his pocket and walks out the door with a huff. The door slams behind him.

The two ex-lovers are left alone in the living room. They gaze at each other in silence, with exception of Oliver’s raspy breathing. The pair dance around who will speak first. Dylan makes the first move. 

“I-,” Dylan tries to speak. 

“I'm too young to be this big” Oliber interrupts. “When I was most vulnerable you made me feel a false sense of security. You were supposed to be here for me, Dylan. My mind was warped into a life of extreme gluttony. It was so easy to pile on weight. You ruined me, but all I wanted was for you to be there for me.”

“Oliver. I don’t want to fight anymore,” says Dylan. 

The plan goes off track. Oliver was just telling Jared earlier that he regretted pushing Dylan away. “Do you remember the parable about the frog and the boiling water? If you put a frog in tepid water you can bring it to a slow boil so the frog doesn’t perceive the danger and get cooked to death. Was I just your frog?”

Dylan starts to get frustrated. “Sure, I enabled it, even encouraged it. You’re right, I did go away to do what was best for me. It’s what I thought was best for us. I still think it was the right decision.”

“The right decision was to break up with me after I got too fat for this to be pleasurable for you?”

“You’re not too fat for me. You’ve never been too fat for me. There’s no such thing. I just don’t want to be blamed completely for all of this though. Do you really think the outcome would have been any different? You did this all on your own. You told me it was going to happen with or without me. You clearly did it without me. I just didn’t think you were so serious.” 

“It just hurts me that you left, you know? You didn’t even call me to see if I survived my heart attack. It just felt like you didn’t care about me. I could have died,” tears well up in Oliver’s eyes. 

Dylan starts to feel sad for Oliver. “I had responsibilities while you were giving up yours. You didn’t go to college. You were focused on your eating and less and less on me, yet I had to take care of your every need. Don’t get me wrong, I loved taking care of you. I just felt like I wasn’t at the point in my life that it was sustainable.”

“Did you actually love me?” tears stream down Oliver’s bloated cheeks. 

“Ollie, I always loved you. I still love you. You know that I do deep down. Leaving was the hardest thing I ever had to do, but you wouldn’t listen to me. I just wanted to help. I wanted to make sure you were safe, that you were somewhat healthy given the circumstances, and that I could provide for you in the future,” Dylan states, lowering his tone. “Did you love me back?” Dylan asks softly. 

“I’ve loved you since we were kids, Dylan.”

“I have to speak my truth and let you know that you hurt me too. I told you that we could still be together, just long distance. I wondered why over and over again. Why not being with me was better for you than trying to make it work long distance,” Dylan admits.

Oliver sniffles trying to control his emotions. He wipes away his tears with his fat engulfed forearm.

“I’m sorry, Dylan. I didn’t want it to be that way. I was just scared...terrified, actually. It felt like I was losing you. I never meant to push you away. I thought if I could convince you to stay home, I’d never lose you again. I took it too far,” Oliver tries to apologize for the first time. 

Dylan walks closer to Oliver. For the first time Dylan notices how bad Oliver’s body handled his extreme obesity since he arrived. The deep red canyons Oliver calls stretch marks pop against the coloration of his belly. Dylan runs his hand across one of the deep branding marks making Oliver wince in pain and moan in pleasure at the same time. His body is sensitive. This much is obvious as his skin looks like it’s starting to tear from not being taken care of properly.

His thighs and calves are disgusting. Lymphedema set in long ago making his lower extremities expand to dangerous proportions with fluid. The inner thighs were dark like a decomposing fruit showing off his skin necrosis: an indicator of poor circulation under his massive body. 

Being bed bound completely destroyed Oliver’s body’s systems as they struggled to keep up. Who would have thought he used to be a fit cross country runner? Now he’s a tub of lard with weeping skin and festering bed sores that would never go away on his inner thighs. Oliver’s diabetes ensures that they won’t heal. The stench of musk, old fast food bags, and decomposing flesh would have been enough to make Dylan gag if he wasn’t so turned on seeing his former lover destroying himself. After all, this is the state they both wanted Oliver in a year ago: immobile, unhealthy, helpless, and desperate. Yet, Dylan feels guilty for not being there to take care of Oliver better. 

“Ollie, Josh told me everything. I’m sorry you had to go through all of that after I left. The long periods of time you spent in the hospital on a restricted diet. How your parents left instead of being there for you through it all. I know Josh leaves repeatedly. I left briefly. But I don’t want you to have to worry anymore. You’re not a burden on them anymore. I want you to be my burden again. We can be together and even happier.”

Oliver’s head becomes cluttered with thoughts. Images of naked photos of him circulating the tabloids after firemen have to remove a wall to get him out swirls in his mind. That will be the reality of being with Dylan. At least he would be able to eat whatever he wanted with complete abandon. They had such a wonderful time together before Dylan left. 

Dylan prompts his proposal again: “Remember how we left things? You can be my prince putting on grotesque amounts of weight. Well, I mean you’ve already done that, but you can have a great rest of your life with me. I have a job with the gym again and I’m making more money. I’ll take care of you to the best of my ability. Will you be my boyfriend again, Ollie?”

Oliver thinks of the other possibility. If he says no to Dylan, he might be able to get on another weight loss program. Then again, he’d probably fail repeatedly like each time before. from his food addiction. His relapse from physical therapy predicts that the yo-yo lifestyle wouldn’t work.

“What about Dan?” Oliver uses the name with nervousness. 

“What about him?” Dylan rebuttals.

“He’s the one you want. I found the photo online.”

“To hell with Dan, Oliver. I’ve told you before, he’s just a friend I’ve fed for fun. I’m still the same person. You’re the only one I need. I’m here. In the house I bought for you. The house I bought for us. Can we go back to our normal? A loving feeder and feedee couple?”

The situation is too complex for Oliver’s food addicted brain. Getting with Dylan means certain death. Staying here alone could also mean certain death if he fails to get his life together. Dylan is more than willing to handle all of Oliver’s needs and to be left with a Gilbert Grape situation when his heart finally explodes. Oliver briefly imagines the whole house going up in flames with his enormous dead body inside. The thought is unsettling, but one very real option of how this could end. Dylan wants him back. Will this be enough? Accepting Dylan back is the only viable option where he gets all the food his heart desires and also the man he loves. Oliver refuses to lose him again. “Y-yes...I love you...daddy,” wheezes Oliver.

Dylan grins. “I love you too fat boy. Are you worried?”

“I was scared of becoming as big as a mini van, but now that I’m here there’s something really erotic about it. I don’t want to die, but as long as you’re here, I’ll do whatever you want. Just try to keep me comfortable.”

Dylan nods. Then, he notices the scale at the end of the bed to record weights. “Do you want to know how much you weigh?”

Oliver doesn’t speak. He just gives a small smile and nods his head. Dylan pushes the button on the scale. Numbers fluctuate going up and up until it hits the quadruple digits. The number blinks before recording the weight. 

“Fuuuuuck,” Dylan exhales deeply while grabbing at his crotch. 

“How Bad is it?” Oliver asks. 

“Guess,” Dylan teases.

“900 pounds,” Oliver guesses.

“Higher,” Dylan huffs.

“950?”

“Keep guessing, blubber ball?”

“980?” Oliver gets dizzy, breathing in and out heavily.

“Higher!” Dylan exclaims with excitement. He removes his belt and then his pants and underwear.

“Surely, not. It can’t be...” Oliver hesitates.

“1,003 pounds,” Dylan huffs again, leaking pre-cum.

Oliver’s heart pounds. He’s not sure if it’s because of his hardening arteries or if it’s his anxiety flaring up beyond the medication’s ability to control. Oliver just lays in his bariatric bed, his face turning red as a whimper escapes.

“Fuuuuck, this is so hot. I’m sorry I didn’t see you reach quadruple digits. The big 1,000,” says Dylan regretfully. 

“You planted the seed and grew me to borderline immobility on your own. Now you’ll be able to feed me until the end. The only thing that matters to me anymore is that you’re here again to feed me,” Oliver tries to explain, shocked and anxious about hitting quadruple digits. It seemed impossible.  

Oliver feels the pants-less, muscular man climbing on top of him, grabbing a handful of flesh as he brings his face closer to Oliver’s. Dylan crashes his lips against Oliver’s. Oliver pushes his lips against Dylan’s as hard as he can, feeling Dylan’s erection against his blubber.

 Dylan breaks the kiss, breathing heavily. “You know, there’s a world beyond your four walls. It’s big, beautiful, and exciting. You no longer have that option to see the world. You had such a strong, healthy body. You dedicated your life to being fit and then something happened. I happened. Eating until you couldn’t walk. Eating until you couldn’t do a single thing for yourself. Now you’re a thousand fucking pounds. We are going to take this as far as we can, my sexy lard balloon,” says Dylan sharply. His voice sounds strung out again like it did in the old days. There is something strangely comforting about the tone, almost like a symbol of returning to normalcy.