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Bad Habits | Chapter 14 | The Crown
Published: June 19th 2020, 11:51:22 am
[Content warning: This story includes 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 14: The Crown
He didn’t survive. He was gone with a blink of an eye. They were both so sure there was more time left and that he could survive longer. That was the hope anyway. The doctors tried their best to save him in his critical condition, but nothing could be done. Medical professionals were honest to say that he no longer suffered from the tragic event. Dylan didn’t know what to do, nor did he have the words to respond. Dylan knew this would happen eventually. Oliver never even considered the possibility. After all, he was so focused on eating and expanding his bedridden body leading up to the tragedy.
Dylan thought all he could do is be there for the flooding emotions that come with a death such as this. A loved one lost. Sometimes that hurt more than death itself. He expected Josh to call when he heard the news about the funeral. Josh didn’t call.
The day started like any other. Oliver woke up in his bariatric hospital bed with a cannula in his nose transporting oxygen into his body. Dylan made it his priority to make sure he could provide things Oliver needed to survive a little longer.
Dylan hovered over Oliver with a stack of waffles topped with butter and syrup running down the sides, forming a moat on the plate. Oliver quickly smacked his sticky lips, practically taking enormous bites of waffle and swallowing whole pieces that broke off. In the middle of eating his phone rang unexpectedly. Oliver didn’t recognize the number, so he sent the call to voicemail. The phone rang again immediately. He rolled his eyes and decided to answer it, expecting a telemarketer or scammer. The multiple calls also got Dylan’s attention while he brought Oliver a tray full of pastries. Oliver never received calls anymore, even from his family.
“Hell-urrrp,” Oliver accidentally burped into the phone. “Excuse me. Hello?” He asked.
“Hello. May I speak to Mr. Dives?” asked the woman on the line.
“If you’re looking for a Dale, he’s my father. He doesn’t live here,” Oliver said, ready to hang up while rolling his eyes.
“I’m looking to speak to Oliver,” the voice on the other line sounded nervous but piqued Oliver’s interest.
“This is Oliver,” he replied.
“My name is Jacqueline Adams. I’m one of your father’s attorneys. I’m afraid I have some devastating news about your parents...” she trails off, waiting for a response.
Oliver’s heart beat faster, and his breathing felt constricted. “News? You have terrible news? W-what happened?” Oliver asked nervously.
“Last night, Linda and Dale were headed home from dinner,” Jacqueline started to explain. It made Oliver uncomfortable to hear “Linda and Dale” instead of “mom and dad.”
Jacqueline continued: “Dale was driving when a drunk driver in a truck swerved onto the wrong side of the road in the wrong direction. He tried his best to get out of the way, but the vehicle moving 80 miles per hour hit them head-on, but mostly on the passenger side where Linda sat.
The news delivered to him over the phone chilled him to the bone, despite all of the fat protecting them. “Oh my God, are they okay? How bad is it?” Oliver’s mind speeds with anxious thoughts. Will they move back? Will he have to take care of them when he can’t take care of himself? He asked himself a million variations of the same questions in such a short time.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Dives. The crash... it killed your mother instantly on impact, and your father is in critical condition.”
There was silence on the other line. Oliver’s head became dizzy while time slowed down. He couldn’t think straight, so he didn’t notice the tears running down his face. He didn’t even think about the possibility of death in his panic.
“Are you still there?” asked Jacqueline. Oliver sobbed on the other end to indicate he heard her loud and clear.
“I wish I could have called sooner, but since you’re in America, the time zones are different, and I struggled to locate your information, except some, uh... very lucrative online videos and a news story. I didn’t even know Dale Dives had a son. My deepest condolences.”
Oliver wept on the phone, hardly able to make an intelligible sentence. Dylan sat beside Oliver’s bed, holding his hand after overhearing Jacqueline trying to hide the shock on his face. “Your father is still alive, but it doesn’t look good. I suggest you come in person to potentially say goodbye if you can,” she hesitated.
“I-I c-can’t,” Oliver stuttered before breaking down again. “I’m too big!”
“I’m really sorry, Mr. Dives,” Jacqueline stated with sympathy. “We can try to get someone to FaceTime you at the hospital, but it may take a while. He’s also unconscious, so I’m not sure if that’s the best option.”
Jacqueline’s opinion didn’t matter to Oliver. That’s what Oliver did: He requested a FaceTime video from his hospital bed to his father’s. The nurses assured him that his father could still hear him even if he couldn’t speak back. Oliver hoped his father would awaken during the call and return to his abrasive self. Dale didn’t get better: His condition worsened over the few days following Jacqueline’s next call to Oliver was a devastating, but expected blow.
“The funeral will be held in London.”
“What? Why?” Oliver demanded to know the rationale.
“Your parents moved to London to start a new, fanciful life. That is where they wished to be buried instead of America. I can’t share any other details right now.”
“This presents the same problem for me. Just like I was unable to see my father before his passing, I can’t get to London! How would that work? I’m too big to fly. How do I get across the ocean? Do I rent a flatbed truck and then get on a cargo ship? What the hell am I supposed to do!?“
“We know you’re concerned. However, I regret to inform you there’s nothing we can do in terms of transportation. Our solution is to arrange a broadcast to your computer or maybe call you in for a meeting on Microsoft Teams or Zoom.”
“That’s unacceptable! My parents are dead!” Oliver cried.
“Do you have a better solution?” she asked, trying to be patient with a morbidly obese young man who recently lost his parents.
“Yes! Move the funeral here!” Oliver gritted his teeth.
“Oliver, I haven’t known you long, but I’m aware of your weight problem. The reality is that even if we went against what your parents wanted, which we won’t, you’d still be too super morbidly obese for you to attend the visitation and the funeral service. I’m sorry,” Jaqueline said calmly.
Dylan brushed his hand against his lover’s belly. “Oliver, I know it hurts, but she’s right. It’s a consequence of, well, all of this.” Oliver teared up again in defeat as he hung up the phone with Jaqueline. Jacqueline kept her word by streaming the funeral for Oliver. It wasn’t ideal; Oliver wanted to be there. No one knew Oliver even attended the event virtually.
One week after the funeral, another attorney visited Oliver to read his parents’ last will and testament. Oliver and Dylan were both shocked to hear the beneficiary list and stipulations. Dale’s former business partner inherited his shares in the company he left. Dale’s only sister, Anna, inherited the deed to Dale and Linda’s house in London. Dale even named Dylan in the will to inherit half a million dollars.
Oliver, on the other hand, didn’t make it through the will unscathed like those before him. The attorney read the line in the decree related to Oliver. He heard his father’s voice: “To my only son, Oliver Dives, I also leave half a million dollars with the expectation that he will lose a minimum of 600 pounds. Only then will he reap the financial benefit of my passing.”
Oliver didn’t care what the attorney had to say after that point. He felt angry, betrayed by his parents. Oliver knew his parents were cold, but to leave him out as a beneficiary unless he lost weight angered him. Even his boyfriend inherited money from his parents with no strings attached. Even in death, his parents proved to be cruel. He almost regretted being upset with their passing.
Oliver went on a month-long binge in retaliation, but neither of them outwardly complained. Oliver buried his feelings deep down and focused on eating. His hunger became non-stop with hours of binging. Dylan thought Oliver consumed a lot before. At least there were some breaks between snacking before the events. After that moment, Oliver acted like a bottomless pit, a void that could never be filled no matter how much food he consumed. It was clear he’d never receive his benefits from his parent’s passing. Dylan feared Oliver resented him for Dale and Linda’s decision, so he gave Oliver everything he demanded. Even at two in the morning, Dylan went on fast food runs to the late-night restaurants for Oliver.
When Dylan found out that he somehow managed to cash in on an inheritance that he felt didn’t belong to him, he went all-in on assisting Oliver physically as well. Dylan invested in getting Oliver a bariatric big boy bed with a built-in scale. Firefighters moved Oliver to the reinforced bed, ensuring it would be the last Oliver would ever lay in. Dylan also begged Dr. Montgomery to refer him to places he could purchase catheters and oxygen tanks with nasal tubing. The extra equipment set up for the rest of his life.
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Oliver replays the month’s series of events over and over again in his head with detail as he furiously eats. The binge suggests that he doesn’t intend to lose the weight to receive his rightful inheritance. Oliver sits in his bed, wiping cookie crumbs from his hand into his light chest hair. He notices Dylan entering the room.
“Well, Ollie. I’ve got a surprise-,” Dylan attempts to communicate with Oliver as a strange man walks in behind him from the kitchen. His hair is a slicked back undercut with a hint of gray sprinkled in the darkness. He wears a blue suit and looks at Oliver with excitement. Oliver realizes for the first time a man other than Dylan is celebrating his size more than being shocked by it.
“Holy shit, he looks even bigger than you described!” exclaims the strange man.
Oliver stares at him while blushing. The man walks over to him. “Who are you? “ Oliver asks him with confusion.
“Where are my manners? It’s just this is a once in a lifetime record to see for an adjudicator. My name is Rudy Conway. I’m with Guinness World Records.”
Oliver’s eyes become wide in surprise. Rudy’s visit is unexpected, but for a man from Guinness to be in their home doesn’t seem legitimate. “All of our record holders are special, but you’re one of the most special of them all, Mr. Dives,” Ruby compliments him.
“You know my name?” asks Oliver.
“Absolutely! Anyone can make a giant house of cards, play video games for several days straight, or collect the largest number of books. But you? Look at you! You’ve grown your body beyond reason, beyond what most people think is reasonable or capable. I knew right away we needed to expedite the application process!”
“Applica-“ Oliver tries to question Rudy, but the man interrupts again. He immediately knows Dylan applied without his consent.
“I’m sorry for being so invasive. I can’t help but be thrilled to see every inch of you! This record isn’t broken often. I might get to say that I met the heaviest man alive! This is exactly what I need to put my career back on track! How many other people get to say they met someone who weighed over 1,000 pounds?”
Dylan decided to break the tension he anticipates from Oliver’s realization about what’s happening. “Correct me if I’m wrong, Mr. Conway, but as long as he weighs over 1,000 pounds, Oliver will officially be the current record holder for the heaviest man currently alive.”
“Technically, that is correct.”
Dylan grins. “We know he’s over that!”
“Hold on! I’m fat, but I’m not the world’s fattest man or the heaviest by any means, right? Someone out there is bigger than me,” Oliver states with skepticism in his voice.
“Perhaps you’re right, but there are very few individuals who publicize their extreme obesity. Think about it. If they did let everyone know, wouldn’t we be publishing a book or digital record every year? Maybe even monthly?” Rudy tries to convince Oliver to look deeper into the opportunity. “In 2017 Juan Pedro Franco tipped the scales at 1,311 pounds. Mr. Franco lost 728 pounds.”
“Ollie-pop, that’s why I called Guinness. We know you’re in the quadruple digits. We’ve joked and fantasized about being a world record holder. Babe, no one has claimed the title since then. There are My600lbLife participants heavier than Juan Pedro Franco after his weight loss, yet no one has been named the heaviest.”
“I’m listening,” Oliver squints his eyes at Rudy.
“Dylan is right. No one is willing to claim the crown, but I guess if they are no one has achieved it yet. Right now is your moment!”
He can’t decide if he wants this or if he wants to be blissfully ignorant. Oliver hesitates before making a life-changing decision. “I guess there’s only one way to find out if I’m the heaviest alive, huh?”
“That sounds like a dark and curious approval to me. Let’s check Oliver’s weight for evidence.” Rudy examines the end of Oliver’s bed with a screen containing the ability to calculate Oliver’s weight. “How do you work this contraption?” asks Rudy.
“We haven’t checked his weight in a while, but Oliver is bigger than last time I checked, aren’t you, sweetie? It’s been about a week,” Oliver blushes as Dylan stands before the bed and shows Rudy how to activate the scale beneath Oliver’s massive frame. The numbers on the screen increase quickly before settling on the number.
“Oh, my word! You were right! Sometimes I see people exaggerate Records, but he’s every bit in the quadruple digits.”
Oliver’s face gets red. “What is it now? How far have I let myself go?”
“1,197 pounds, Oliver! You’re just shy of an even number like 1200,” Dylan enthusiastically bursts out. The thought turns on Oliver and Dylan. Dylan’s is a physical feeling stirring in his pants. Oliver long ago couldn’t find his penis. Oliver is practically impotent because of his weight, but he has a surge in his brain.
“It’s official. Oliver, I can give you the official title of the heaviest man alive here today!” Rudy’s voice jumps in excitement, but not as excited as Dylan feels.
“What about other records? For example, what about a record for the world’s fattest pornstar?” Dylan jokes slyly, causing Oliver to blush, feeling outed about his lucrative career.
“I mean...yes? But maybe we don’t record that one. I don’t recommend it not because it’s too lewd, although children do read our books. Let’s not get too crazy with the record setting, okay? You should probably just focus on one or two. We can’t give someone a record for everything they do! As one of the heaviest people, technically anything Oliver does could be a record for one of the fattest people. At some point, we can’t keep awarding records.”
“So what other records can Oliver attempt?” Dylan asks.
“You know, there is another record. One that may not be challenged or broken for many years to come. One you’re already so close to at this point,” Rudy’s voice cracks.
“What’s that?” Oliver asks with curiosity.
“The category is the heaviest man ever. I am confident you can do it! I bet Dylan is too!”
“W-what do you mean?” Oliver stutters.
“Have you ever heard that everything is bigger in Texas. I’ve heard a rumor that I’ll soon be visiting someone who is 20 years old in Houston, who is already 700 pounds. That’s your competition for the heaviest man alive. He might take the record away from you in time. Even if he doesn’t, someone will. Becoming the heaviest man ever to live will be much harder to beat.”
“Houston, we have a problem,” jokes Dylan.
“This is an opportunity to build on your fame and fortune. You can be the fattest to have ever lived and at least preserve your legacy! We’re just almost 200 pounds and some change shy from being the heaviest man ever. You’ve ballooned this big already indicating it really shouldn’t be a problem for you to hit 1400 pounds unless you have a major health crisis. That is always possible, but the title gives you unlimited access to medical care if you want it. Some of these super morbidly obese people lose weight and get bariatric surgery. If that’s not of interest, I’m sure you can capitalize on it. If I may be blunt, you don’t seem interested in losing the weight. What do you have to lose at this point trying to be the heaviest man ever recorded? Your fat cells already multiplied. Your skin is stretched beyond belief. I imagine you’re not very healthy. Why turn back now?”
Oliver looks to Dylan for guidance. Yet, Oliver already knows what Dylan wants. Some part deep down wants it too, but he can only muster a pathetic answer that avoids the reality of his size and addiction. “I’ll think about it.”
“That’s fine. You’re not that size yet. You have time to sleep on it. And gain on it. For now, there are just two more things for your current record. You’ll need to sign a non-disclosure agreement, and then I’ll need some photos to finish the next steps of your application.”
Oliver looks at the non-disclosure agreement and the contract to photograph and publish his information. Rudy grins deviously. Oliver glances at Dylan, who is also smiling with confidence, knowing this is what Oliver truly wants just as much as he does. Except no one asked him what he wants. He didn’t invite Rudy Conway into his home. He didn’t ask to be weighed today.
The document’s intent binds him to a book that will be published. Everyone will judge him for allowing himself to cave to such sinful greed and gluttony. They’ll ask how a human became so obese that they take the crown as the world's heaviest man. How shameless they will think Oliver is for allowing himself to be photographed in his current state. He’s done hesitating. The pen in his hand pulls to the dotted line like a magnet. He scribbles his name, giving away his privacy convinced by Dylan and Rudy that this is the right decision. His mind asks him two primary questions after it’s too late. Was he coerced into signing? If he was coerced, why did it feel so natural? It doesn’t matter anymore.
“Alright, just let me get a few pictures,” Rudy picks up his camera and points it at Oliver.
“Is there anything you need me to do specifically?” Oliver asks nervously.
“Nah, you just sit there, and I’ll try a few angles. But if you wanted to look desperate, sad, or helpless, it would help.”
Oliver frowns. “Dylan, get a bed sheet to cover my lower half.”
Rudy retaliates by shouting, “stop!” Dylan and Oliver look at Rudy before he continues. “There’s no need to cover you up with a sheet since your genitalia isn’t visible. The world wants to see your enormous discolored thighs! They want to know what it’s like to be so big! A sheet would take away from the spectacle!” Rudy snaps a few more pictures of Oliver’s bloated body from different angles.
Oliver smiles weakly for the camera on his bariatric bed, taking up most of it. Rudy said to look helpless or desperate. Powerless is a natural look for Oliver, trapped under his weight for over a year now. The final shot Rudy takes from below presumably makes the behemoth look even more abundant.
“I think that’s all we need for now, but I will be in touch! The photos count as part of the documentation I need, but for a follow up I’ll want to know your story for a blurb in the book. We also want you to keep us updated on every development, especially if you plan to reach the goal we discussed. Thank you for your time,” Rudy concludes.
“No, thank you for coming to see us! Let me walk you out,” says Dylan as he leads Rudy out the back door from the kitchen and to his car.
Oliver hears the door shut moments before Dylan returns to the living room. “What the fuck was all of that?” Oliver attempts to flail his massive arms around, but they are too heavy for any quick movement.
“I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t know if you’d actually want a world record. It was supposed to be a surprise, but I kept putting off telling you,” admits Dylan.
“He was from Guinness! You pretended to be me on an application!” Oliver exclaims.
“I’m sorry if I betrayed your trust. It’s just, you know. I told you years ago how I’d jerk off to the record holder. I just thought it would be nice to have something to hold on to for the future,” Dylan apologizes half-heartedly.
“I’m the heaviest alive,” reality hits Oliver. He senses the gravity from what he did to himself. He is actually at the point they dreamed of together, but it hadn’t registered in his mind. “Soon I could be the heaviest ever...” he trails off.
“Is that something that you’d want?” Dylan asks, trying to keep a concerned expression off his face. Dylan has no idea what he will do if Oliver wants to lose it all. He rationalizes he will love Oliver anyway, but will he be able to get off to Oliver if he loses weight? He pushes the thought to the back of his mind.
“I... I think so, but there’s just a lot to consider. I wasn’t expecting this today.”
“I don’t want to pick at a recent wound because I love you, but who is there to stop you from breaking this record? Your parents can’t hurt you emotionally for your weight anymore.”
Oliver’s head swims. Dylan is right about his parents, but what about Josh? Every time Josh sees Oliver’s body Josh gets upset. “What about Josh?” he asks reluctantly.
“What about Josh? This is your body, not his! Let’s make him lose his fucking shit!” Dylan grins with a devious smile.
“Alright. You’re right. I think we should do it. It’s no longer a fantasy; it’s reality. I’m already so big. We are so close. Let’s jam that acceleration pedal to the floorboard. It’s time to get serious about my full growth potential,” Oliver turns himself on, or maybe he is just turning Dylan on so he will get fucked tonight.
“Then, I guess it’s settled. We are going for the record instead of losing weight. Oliver...” Dylan pauses. “We should get married. For real this time.”
“W-what!?” Oliver asks with bewilderment, thinking the marriage idea set sale when Dylan walked out.
“We are back together, and if we are truly going for such an immense goal, we should be spouses.” Oliver’s silence forces Dylan to speak again. “Unless you don’t want to marry me after everything. I’d understand if you don’t want that life with me. I know we haven’t talked about it much since our fight. I also know your father left a significant portion of the money to me. That stung. You didn’t say it hurt, but I could tell you felt betrayed. I don’t know why he did that, but I’m going to be charitable here and assume he had the intention of me taking care of you with the money he left me. It’s every bit of your money. You’re the rightful heir, and you deserve it whether you lose weight or not. If we get married, it’s yours legally. If not, I want to transfer you the money.”
“Are you sure you want to get married? I can’t walk down an aisle now. Hell, I can’t even roll down an aisle. I don’t have any friends or family left. It’s not going to be the dream wedding we had planned. I doubt your family wants to attend a wedding to see you throwing your life away for a blob.”
“I don’t give a damn what Josh or my parents think. I love you. I get so overwhelmed thinking about how much I love you sometimes, let alone all of the dark thoughts I have with you. I want to stuff you with unhealthy, fattening food. I want you to beat the record. I’m desperate to be with you until death does us part. Will you marry me?”
“You’re serious. I never thought that you’d come back and want to be my husband,” Oliver articulates nervously.
“I do! We can arrange a marriage here in your bed. It doesn’t have to be a fancy party with everyone. I just want to be with you. That’s good enough for me,” Dylan’s voice gets higher pitched.
“Yes, I’ll marry you, Dylan!” Oliver glows.
Dylan leans over the bed to kiss his lips before he collapses on the blob into an awkward hug. Oliver is his fat prince. A prince soon to have an even fancier crown. You’re going to make me so fucking fat, daddy,” Oliver whispers in Dylan’s ear. They both almost blow with Oliver’s green light to let the real gains commence.