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Bad Habits | Chapter 15

Published: July 10th 2020, 12:00:06 pm

[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 advised.]

Author’s Note: I know I said Bad Habits would only be 16 chapters. I’ve changed my mind. Bad Habits will now be 17 chapters. After everything that happened between Oliver and Dylan, I think it’s only fair to give them one more chapter of happiness before the story turns too dark. I don’t think I’d do this story justice without letting them have a happy wedding and describing the reality of having a wedding to someone immobile under their weight. You all know how much I love toying with relationships and focusing on the realities of being big that are usually absent from weight gain stories. I hope you understand, and this makes you feel all mushy inside. Also, despite the title, no one dies...yet. On a final note, I almost wrote something tacky like “I almost buttercream-ed the bed,” but stopped myself. I couldn’t decide if it would be cute and quirky or a total mood killer. You’ll know the spot when you get to it. You’re welcome. 

Bad Habits

Chapter 15: Until Death Do Us Part

Oliver’s body takes up more and more of the bariatric hospital bed three months after deciding to become the heaviest man ever. He spends his whole life in the bed being waited on hand and foot by Dylan, who is willing to do everything for him. Dylan keeps Oliver as high as possible and eating the most disgusting calorie-laden junk he can buy in bulk. Most of the time, marijuana is in the form of baked goods to give Oliver’s overworked lungs a break. 

Oliver no longer has a form. He’s just a mound of obesity, deformed by lard and swelling in his thighs. Parts of his extended body no longer look human. Rolls upon rolls squish each other and move in waves. His wheezing causes his chest to jiggle. Oliver finishes a pan of brownies as Dylan floats from the end of the bed toward his lover’s side. “God, you’re so sexy,” Dylan thinks aloud as he leans on Oliver’s spilling sides. “Guess how much weight we’ve packed on you in only three months!” he teases.

“Uh, I don’t know. I’m feeling a little bit bigger. Let’s say maybe 40 pounds?” Oliver asks with skepticism.

“This quarter, you’ve gained 107 pounds!” Dylan exclaims as if he’s a business executive raising his margins every added pound on Oliver, gives him a huge bonus. Similar to every capitalist, he’s greedy for more and will do whatever it takes to maximize his profit; Dylan is willing to do anything necessary to make Oliver’s body into a bariatric nightmare. 

“I’m becoming so enormous and helpless. I’m too big to do anything. I’m the world’s fattest man alive, and I’m only getting bigger for you. Feed me. Please feed me, daddy! Does that make daddy’s dick hard?” he teases but also desperate to get fucked by his muscular boyfriend.

Dylan places his hand on Oliver’s mountainous belly and gives it a hard shake. The blubber bounces in violent waves, shaking every fold. “You made yourself into a fat fucking blob full of grease and hardened arteries. You can’t get out of bed anymore. You can’t even find your tiny, buried dick hidden in the biggest fupa I’ve ever seen. I spoiled my big prince rotten. You can’t lose weight. You proved you couldn’t time and time again, Ollie. I’m going to fuck you up so bad they won’t know what to do with all of you,” Dylan growls, trying not to shoot his load in his jockstrap.

The games they play keep getting darker. Despite Oliver’s victimization, some part of him secretly loved it. Orgasms are less and less frequent as his extreme obesity causes him to experience impotence. However, he feels the passion in his heart, and the kinky thoughts turn him on mentally. Their relationship is sexy and destructive. Dylan’s diction and tone should have been enough to chill Oliver to the bone. Instead, Oliver smiles back, moaning at Dylan’s abrasive hands, caressing his rolls. 

“Save some of the kinky talk for tomorrow night,” Oliver blushes as he continues to moan. 

Dylan sighs heavily. “You know I want to fuck every fold of lard, but you’re right. I need to save myself for a mind-blowing orgasm tomorrow. Right now, we have to get you disgustingly bloated for the big day tomorrow.”

Oliver’s stomach growls. He spent all day eating, but nothing out a dent into his appetite. “What’s for dinner? Vats of grease and corn syrup? Sticks of deep-fried butter?” Oliver teases. 

“Bad boy! Did we not just agree that I need to cool down?”

“There’s nothing wrong with a little edging, Dilly bar.”

Dylan grunts. “There’s no edging at this point. I will bust a nut.”

“Sometimes I forget you were a frat bro in college. Then, you open up your mouth and say things like that. What happened, bro? You’ve gone soft,” Oliver jokes with his boyfriend. 

“Says the boy who put on 1,000 pounds since high school! I guess it just takes flunking out and falling in love with a gainer to make you realize what’s really important in life,” Dylan gushes.

“Like pizza! That’s really sweet, though. I love you. Tomorrow I will prove that, but for now, I’m hungry!” whimpers Oliver. 

“No worries, sweetie. I’ve got a stack of pizzas on the way. You’ve stolen a pizza my heart. Now, let me love on you while we wait,” Dylan sits at the end of the bed, careful to avoid Oliver’s overflowing body. 

“You still have some of that playful charm, too,” Oliver says. 

“You mean the dad jokes?” Dylan places his hand on Oliver’s puffy foot and starts to rub up and down on his foot to give it a massage.

Oliver makes an awkward grunt as Dylan puts pressure at the crease of Oliver’s toes. “Does that feel good?” Dylan asks.

“Somewhat. If anything, my feet are all jacked up. Sometimes it feels like shooting pains comparable to stepping on broken glass. Other parts of my feet give me pins and needles feeling. There are some places on my feet I can’t feel anymore,” Oliver explains the sensations or lack of in is feet. Dylan and Oliver have an unspoken understanding Oliver’s diabetes is out of control. Oliver described peripheral neuritis.

“Let me know if there’s something else I can do to help. I’ll love on you forever as long as it makes you feel good, okay?” Dylan says softly. The juxtaposition between his sensitive caregiving now and his coarse attitude when Oliver’s morbid obesity arouses him can only be described as unusual.

Oliver sighs with contentment, but he’s still anxious about tomorrow. “Speaking of forever, are we absolutely sure we are ready for tomorrow?” Oliver speaks with apprehension in his voice. 

“In terms of being sure we want to get married, or are you referring to the planning component to the wedding? You know that I think marriage is a farce, and this is just assimilating into a heteronormative society. However, I love you. I proposed a long time ago to you and did it again three months ago. I can’t think of anyone else I’d want to marry.”

“If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to do it,” Oliver pouts at his fiancé’s critique of marriage.

Dylan rubs Oliver’s tender, enlarged foot. “I do want to marry you, babe. I know it’s not what you imagined. You probably expected to marry someone and live a normal life with them when you were in high school. Then, we joked about rolling you down the aisle in a wheelchair or scooter. Now, we’re at this point where I have an ordained minister friend coming to marry us while you’re confined to the bed. I’m sorry I can’t do more for you. I’m the reason you’re like this.”

“You set me free. You unleashed all the bad habits in me, but that’s not terrible. I’m much happier because of you. I’m excited to be marrying you; I just want to make sure all the details are in place,” Oliver reassures Dylan. “We’ve applied for the license, and we are meeting the criteria, right?”

“Yes, the county clerk’s office miraculously allowed your consent over FaceTime and accepted your electronic signature. The license is valid for 30 days, so we are still in the time frame. As I mentioned, we have an ordained minister. He is aware that he is marrying a queer couple and knows that we are getting married at home because of your size. He knows we are keeping it quick and simple. He’ll be in and out. Witnesses are not required by law for the marriage to be recognized in our state, but there is room on the marriage license for one witness to sign if we wish to have someone attend and sign,” Dylan recites the exhausting process.

“But we do have our one witness...” Oliver hesitates to name the guest.

“Yes, we do. Regardless of how unsupportive towards your weight gain he’s been, Josh is still your friend and my brother. He still cares about us, and he’s the only person we invited. It’s not like we know a ton of people or have space in our living room for them.”

“Are you sure Josh is going to be okay with all of this? What if he objects?” Oliver fidgets with his hands.

“Josh will be on his best behavior. He gave me his word that he wouldn’t ruin this for us; He will set aside his personal feelings. He’s informed to avoid getting mom or dad involved. I love them, but this is a mostly private ceremony between you and me.”

“One last thing,” Oliver whimpers.

“What’s that, babe?”

Oliver’s stomach growls again in desperate need of the pizza to be delivered. “What does the cake look like? Two tiers? Three? Tell me about the flavors again!”

“The top layer is a spice cake with maple buttercream frosting. The middle tier is red velvet with a rich cream cheese frosting. The final and bottom tier is chocolate cake covered in a thick layer of caramel topping. It’s all for you since we’ve both got to keep our figures,” Dylan winks. 

Oliver moans, causing Dylan to say, “careful, it sounds like you’re the one close to climax now.”

*~*~*~*~*~

“It looks like Doug and Josh are in the driveway,” Dylan looks out through the window’s blinds. 

Oliver is as nervous as he was when Dylan picked him and Josh up from track that summer many years ago. Oliver starts breathing heavier than usual. “Oliver, I promise everything is going to be fine. I know you’re nervous if this is the right choice for us, but after everything we’ve been through, I know it is. I want to spend the rest of your life with me. I also know you’re worried about what Josh thinks about all this. This is our day. Just breathe. Can you do that for me, Ollie?” Dylan reassures his fiancé. 

“Y-Yeah, I can do that. Could you just readjust my breathing tube?” Oliver is left breathless. Dylan notices Oliver’s cannula is slipping from his nose, likely stopping the air from being forced down into his lungs. “It’s okay, sweetie.” Dylan readjusts the plastic tubing and makes sure it fits perfectly around Oliver’s ears. 

Dylan opens the door to welcome Doug and Josh into their home. Josh walks in first, trying to ignore Oliver’s new girth. Josh knows Oliver put on about 100 pounds in a short time. Doug follows behind him and gives Dylan a fist bump. Doug looks at Oliver, maintaining his composure around such a huge, mostly naked human being. “Hi, I’m Doug,” he says while shaking Oliver’s hand. 

This is the first time Oliver has ever met Doug. Doug is one of Dylan’s clients at the gym and let Dylan know he is an ordained minister when Dylan mentioned he got engaged. Doug is sympathetic toward what he believes to be Oliver’s plight. He doesn’t judge Oliver’s size as Doug was 600 pounds a few years ago. However, Doug doesn’t know the whole story. “It’s nice to meet you, Oliver. I’m happy to do this for you both. Dylan saved my life by helping me lose weight.” Dylan smirks, looking at his brother, remembering Josh once called him selfish and an evil death feeder in front of Oliver. Josh gives a glare back.

“We are so thankful you are here to make us the happiest couple in the world,” Oliver sounds cheerful. Naturally pessimistic, he attempts to sound positive. “Josh, we are also happy to have you here to celebrate with us. You’ve been my best friend since grade school. I’m glad we are going to be family.”

“Congratulations. It’s very interesting that this is how you are doing this. I hope it’s everything you want,” Josh hides his feelings with the backhanded compliment. 

“Whenever you’re ready,” Doug tells Dylan. 

Dylan walks over to his bed-bound boy. Oliver looks up to his lover. There’s a height difference with Oliver in bed and Dylan standing, but Oliver still can’t help but think that the size difference is dramatic. Is Dylan standing taller? Perhaps more confident as he gently looks down on his future husband. Dylan shows no signs of fear, only joy. 

The short, out of the ordinary wedding begins. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness this Dylan and Oliver join together in matrimony,” Doug announces as if the only guest isn’t Josh pouting in the corner. “Are you ready for your vows?” Doug asks gently.

“I, Dylan Edere, take you, Oliver Dives, to be my lawfully wedded husband, my faithful partner and my love. I offer you my solemn vow to be your partner in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, and in joy as well as in sorrow. I promise to love you unconditionally, to support you in your goals, to honor and respect you, to laugh with you and cry with you, and to cherish you for as long as we both shall live.”

Oliver’s old engagement ring is still stuck on his finger, mostly covered in fat these days. No one ever notices it, especially when they fixate on the rest of his mountainous body. Instead of adding another ring that will eventually need to be cut off Oliver’s finger, Dylan pulls a long necklace out of his pants pocket. It’s mostly a long chain to ensure it will fit around Oliver’s thick neck with a ring on it. Dylan unclasps the chain to put it around Oliver. Oliver pushes the ring into his chest, treasuring the gesture. 

Next, it’s Oliver’s turn. “I, Oliver Dives, take you, Dylan Edere, to also be my lawfully wedded husband, my faithful partner and my love. I offer you my solemn vow to be your partner in sickness and in health...” Oliver pauses. 

Dylan takes care of Oliver constantly. There are more moments of sickness than health these days with Oliver’s weight. After all, he lives his life from a bed at the tender age of 25. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this, yet here he is at over 1,000 pounds and immobile for the stud that made him lose control. Dylan facilitates feedings, baths, and medical care. He will do it for the rest of Oliver’s life.  Dylan puts up with a lot, including using lotion in Oliver’s deep, endless rolls to reduce the splitting of his paper skin and sores that already started to plague his body. He put up with tantrums but stays to make sure Oliver stays alive. They’ve both made sacrifices for Oliver’s lifestyle. Oliver’s eyes water with tears. 

Oliver nervously continues after the awkward silence. “In good times and in bad, and in joy as well as in sorrow.”  The tears start to fall from Oliver’s eyes. “I promise to love you unconditionally, to support you in your goals, to honor and respect you, to laugh with you and cry with you, and to cherish you for as long as we both shall live.” Oliver wipes his eyes with the back of his hand and sniffles. Dylan holds out his hand, allowing Oliver to slip the wedding band onto Dylan’s ring finger.

Dylan smiles at him. It’s true, Oliver would do anything for Dylan. Oliver ruined his body, his life for Dylan like he wanted him to do for sexual gratification. Oliver learned to like Dylan’s dominance. He learned to need it. He enjoys gaining weight with someone who finds him sexier with every pound. They are going to achieve their goals or die trying, most likely the latter. However, when writing the standard set of vows, the couple chose to focus on the word “live.”

It’s the precise reason Oliver froze. Oliver and Dylan both know what is coming to Oliver at his weight. They see how poor his body holds up to everyday stress. The phrase “as we both shall live” gives them hope and focuses on the positive, opposed to the words “until death do us part." Death focuses on the end, the inevitable finale of their relationship that they know is fast approaching. Nonetheless, they intend to continue to ride Oliver’s body into the ground with their hefty goal: to take the crown as the heaviest man ever to live. 

Doug nods and asks awkwardly to maintain formality, “If anyone objects to the marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace.” The two men glance at Joshua, who stays silent as they asked him to do. He glares at them and silently folds his arms. The tension in the room increases despite the respectful silence. 

“With the power invested in me by the Universal Life Church, I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may kiss,” Doug finishes. Dylan bends down and leans into Oliver, kissing him softly.

After the wedding, the four of them sit around for 15 minutes participating in small chat before Doug announces he needs to leave. “Congrats, man! I’m happy for you,” Doug pulls Dylan into a hug and pats his back. Then, he looks at Oliver and smiles. “It was nice meeting you. I’m sure you’re going to have a great life with Dylan,” he says, reaching his hand out. Oliver smiles back at him and shakes his hand before giving a quiet “thank you.” Doug walks out the door.

“Can you believe your brother married your best friend?” Dylan asks Josh with a smirk. 

“Your love survived a lot of, uh, unique situations. It could make someone jealous,” he says before mumbling under his breath, “except for getting fat.” Dylan ignores the mumbles. 

Then, Josh looks around. “I’m genuinely shocked that there’s not any cake here, considering,” he pauses for a brief second. “Everything.”

“Yeah, well, that’s what we wanted for Oliver, right? We want him to be on a healthy diet and lose weight, didn’t we? I thought an enormous wedding cake would be too much sugar for him,” Dylan lies to his brother.

“Oh, uh, right. I just assumed the best tasting wedding cake in all of human history would be here,” Josh laughs with shock. “It’s for the best. Three of us didn’t need a whole cake. I’m proud of you both for trying to do better for each other. That’s what marriage is all about.”

“I’m glad you think so. I think we make each other better. Love is unconditional and about growth. I’ve been in love with your brother since high school,” Oliver tells Josh.

“Great...” Josh becomes flustered. “I’m very happy for you both. Thanks for inviting me, but I must be going too.” Josh opens the front door and walks out to his car. 

Oliver looks up at his husband. “We have cake, don’t we?” Dylan sees the sadness in Oliver’s eyes while he asks. 

“Ollie, of course, we have plenty of cake. The baker dropped the cake off this morning, and I put it in the kitchen. I just didn’t want him to have any. This is all for you. Oliver’s eyes light back up again as Dylan goes into the kitchen. 

“Josh acted a little strange,” Oliver speaks loud enough for Dylan to hear him from the next room. 

Dylan walks back into the living room with the three-tier cake. ”Do you think maybe he’s jealous?”

“Why would he be jealous?” Oliver is puzzled. 

“Perhaps it’s because I have you all to myself, Ollie-pop.”

“He knows he can come over anytime as long as he leaves me alone about my weight. After all, he’s your brother! Unless you mean...” Oliver trails off. 

“Think about it,” laughs Dylan.

 “No. Dylan. No. Josh would have told me. He’s not queer,” gasps Oliver in disbelief. 

“We don’t know that, but I’m suspicious that he’s bisexual,” Dylan speculates. 

“Why do you say that?”

“He held his tongue, but he seemed upset to see us getting married. He’s always been upset over your weight. I think it’s because he has a crush.”

“I’m not so sure, Dilly. Maybe he’s just concerned because he is worried my weight will only explode from here.”

“I guess it doesn’t matter how he feels because you’re mine. You chose me, and you know what else?”

“What’s that?”

“Remember that dirty talk I taunted you with yesterday? Your weight is going to explode. You want your weight go explode, don’t you?” Dylan whispers into Oliver’s right ear before giving the lobe a nibble.

“Yes!” Oliver gets excited.

“Yes, what?” Dylan grins mischievously.

“Yes, daddy!” Oliver practically salivates. 

“You’re going to finish all this cake in one sitting, pig. Then, I’m going to attempt to fuck that fat pad engulfed by your thighs harder than I ever have before,” Dylan says while stripping down. Once naked, Dylan plops the top tier of the cake on Oliver’s bare chest with a twinkle in his eyes. Oliver shivers from the cold cake hitting his belly.

 “Open wide, fatass,” Dylan grabs a chunk of cake with his hands. Crumbs fall onto Oliver’s chins, and frosting smears on his chubby cheeks as Dylan forces the soft, sugary treat in his husband’s face.