The Visit (Patreon)

Oh the dreaded doctors visit.

The shame filled event you try to avoid every year.

But now that your previous doctor has retired you await to see who will be taking your vitals this time.

Dr. Wolfe, is it? She just began her practice a few months prior to your scheduled visit.

You pull up to the parking lot. Finding the closest spot you can find. Even though last time your previous doctor had mentioned squeezing in more exercise in every way possible to lose weight. But instead you were squeezing in excess calories ballooning yourself bigger.

You just can't stop.

You heave your wobbling body out of your car, squatting the poor thing while you find the courage to walk to the entrance.

Already beginning to sweat, your heart pounding, you begin. One step at a time. You really should have a mobility scooter but your stubbornness and determination keep you active.

Each step is like a mile long. Winded and perspiring you venture towards the automated doors while people either glare or do their best not to stare.

"Do you need assistance?" A woman walks up to you with good intentions.

"N-...no thank you." You embarrassingly huff eager to sit down.

"Okay, no problem." She strides past you with her heels clicking the cold tile floor powerfully.

You were so focused on shuffling through the door you barely got to take a look at her.

Pencil skirt, tight bun, flawless skin, and a light scent of a floral perfume. Beautiful.

Nearly out of breath you make it to the front desk.

The receptionist looks up from her paperwork in awe.

"Are you our three o'clock patient?"

"Yes."

She taps her pen and jots down a few notes.

"You're a tad late but go ahead and take a seat."

The look in her face reads as concern as she glances over to the seats which seem to be on the small side compared to your enormous body.

"Right."

You shuffle over to the waiting room and find the largest seat they have. You stare defeatedly down at it and sigh.

You wedge yourself into the seat, your hips spilling between the wooden armrests. You gasp horrified as you realize you're stuck.

"Oh no..."

But you're so out of breath you sit there trying to ready yourself to attempt to get out of the chair.

"Anne?" A nurse calls from the office.

"Fuck!" You mutter to yourself.

Panicked, you stutter, "Y-yes!"

"Are you ready?" She asks.

"Y...yes..." You sigh, spreading your legs apart to support your hefty body.

Attempting to stand, the chair still attached to your entire ass.

"I-I..."

"Oh my! It seems you're a bit stuck. Let me get some help."

You plop back down huffing and puffing completely embarrassed.

Two fit men and women come out in their scrubs ready to assist you.

"I-I'm quite sorry-" You stammer feeling your face flush.

"It's okay ma'am we will get you un-stuck."

Four hands on the chair and four gripping your plump hands the team rescues you from the chair. You nearly tumble forward on top of a young blonde woman.

"Oh my- I can't believe I did that-..." Out of breath from being flustered and embarrassed you apologize yet again.

They reassure you over and over and help you to the back.

"Okay I'll be your nurse today, let's get your weight."

You can feel your blood pressure rising.

Last year it was 402 and you haven't gotten on a scale since and your clothing size has gone up two sizes.

"Oh- this scale will not work. Follow me."

You shuffle behind the nurse. Her steps so light and elegant.

"Okay step on this one please."

You stare down at the scale specially made for extra EXTRA large patients.

"Is everything alright?" She asks doing her best to be professional.

"Yeah..." You step onto the scale and wait for the numbers to show.

"Oh my- quite a jump in numbers." She jots down notes on the paper attached to her clipboard.

"Okay let's get you your room."

You follow again and enter a larger room for patients.

"Okay here we go, this room is specially designed for our bigger clients so you will be comfortable in here." She smiles and jots down a few more things.

"Let's get your vitals."

You take a seat in a chair much wider than the one in the waiting room and flop your plump arm on the cold counter top next to the computer.

"Perfect, thank you. Oh-"

She unfolds the blood pressure cuff and attempts to wrap it around your fat encased upper arm.

Squishing the cuff around your flabby arm, the Velcro scuffing your skin she gives in.

"Hmmm I may need a bigger cuff...let me check to see if I have one in the back."

You sink in your chair a bit, embarrassed yet eager to get the awful visit over with.

A few minutes pass and your nurse comes back with extra large blood pressure cuff and wraps it around your fatty arm with ease.

"There we go! Perfect."

You hear her squeeze the pump until the cuff is tightly squeezed around your arm. The pressure releases and she frowns.

"Hmmm a bit high I'm afraid."

She takes note and goes to take your temperature.

"Oh-...odd...that too is slightly high."

You tilt your head curiously.

"Y'know it is a bit warm out. I'm sure it's normal."

You know well enough why it's high. Because any form of movement really does make you warm, and the walk from the parking lot added with the embarrassing chair situation really made you heated.

"Okay. Next let's check your heartbeat."

She takes the stethoscope from around her neck, puts the two rubber ear pieces to her ears and presses the bell to your plump chest.

Listening quietly she jots down more notes.

"Alright, you're all set. Doc will be in shortly!"

Left a tad confused you sit. More calm and collected trying to forget about the damn chair.

Ten minutes pass and you begin to grow impatient when finally the doorknob clicks and your doctor walks in.

Her hair in a tight bun, pencil skirt-wait..

"Hello, I'm Dr. Wolfe. I believe we have met, Anne."

"Oh- Y-yes earlier I-"

"Follow me. We are going somewhere more private."

You hop to your feet obediently trailing behind her.

"Leaving, Dr. Wolfe?" Your nurse asks her.

"No. I will be back in an hour or so." She replies sternly.

Curious but following her orders you follow her to the stairway.

"Your last visit was July 2021. Your previous physician ordered you to get more exercise in but it seems you have ballooned up nearly two hundred pounds in a year."

Your heart nearly stopping you stammer back,

"Oh! Why...I have been eating a bit too much..."

"Enough. Now I'm going to watch you climb three flights of stairs. We will finish your appointment in my private office."

Concerned but willing, you do as she commands.

"Up. Now. My office is door 5 on the left."

You reluctantly put one foot on the first step and begin the arduous task.

"Hurry, Anne."

Sweat beads on your forehead as you reach the next set of stairs.

"Good girl. Next flight."

Your feet, knees, and ankles ache as you climb further.

"Did you think eating yourself up to 608 pounds would make this easier for you?"

Truly concerned you hurry gripping the railing breathlessly.

"I-...I really don't think this is-"

Nearly in tears you fight to reach the third floor.

"If you fall I am making you start over."

The clacking of her heels echoes throughout the cold hall.

You pursue the next flight of stairs with diligence, winded and fully prepared to ask questions when it's all said and done.

"Go." She orders again.

Your clothes moisten with sweat and your heart pounds begging for you to stop but you keep going.

"Two hundred pounds in a year? Who could possibly let themselves get this big so quickly?"

The shame overwhelms you yet you finally finish the daunting task and head towards her office door.

She steps in front of you to open it with a set of keys.

You lumber through the doorway, both hips grazing the frame. She shuts and locks it as you find yourself staring at copious amounts of food.

"Wait-why did you lock it?"

She turns around with her eyes locking onto yours. Her thick rimmed glasses shining from the light of the sun peeking through the window panels.

"Anne. We HAVE met."

You collapse down onto a large couch out of breath.

"Yeah earlier today-" You pant tiredly.

"No Anne. I believe you know my screen name."

You look directly at her.

"FeederWitch82, honey."

Your jaw drops.

"Yes. I found you. Lucky for me your local physicians office had an opening and accepted my application. They love me here."

Dumbfounded, you lay there catching your breath and collecting your composure.

"Yes Anne, I can take credit for your last year of gluttony. Encouraging and teasing you. Buying your takeout twice a day. That was me."

You can't help but become flustered as the realization hits.

"But let's face it, I'm wealthy. I get what I want."

She steps out of the room and around the corner briefly.

Thoughts race throughout your mind, your eyes then fixate on the plethora of food sitting on the tables across from her desk. You hear the clacking of heels again as she steps back into view.

"Oh-"

"Take a good look at me Anne." Her head tilts to the side slowly followed by a devilish grin.

"This is the body of someone who doesn't stuff their face every hour of the day."

She steps closer to you fully aware of the power she possesses.

Black lace panties gripping her slender hips, her bust sitting snuggly within a matching lace bra. A dainty thin gold chain around her small left wrist.

Skin practically flawless with few blemishes.

"This is the body of discipline."

She nears the large window behind her desk and pulls the drawstring chain shutting the panels but leaving some light to peek in.

"You need to follow doctors orders, Anne."

Elegantly she strides over to the table of food then looks back at you.

"I want you to finish this entire set up for me."

Astonished you can't help to keep your eyes fixated on her.

Slender, sleek, and fully in control.

"I want every button on your blouse to pop right off and your pants to tear at the seam."

You swallow hard, hypnotized by her commands.

"Anne, I have helped you gain two hundred pounds since last year and I have no plans of stopping. You and I both know with every added ounce you gain you grow closer to immobility. Your health is declining and it's affecting your job and social life."

And she's right.