Following The Doctors Orders

Becca shifted uncomfortably in the waiting room chair. The chair was not accommodating to her large body size, and its arms dug into the rolls of fat at her sides.

"Miss Weir?" A man strode into the room, wearing a white doctor's coat.

"That's me," Becca said. The chair creaked as she lifted her considerable weight up. The doctor raised a brow but did nothing but motion for Becca to follow him.

"I'm Dr. Cameron, and I'll be seeing you today," he said as he led her to his office. He walked briskly, and Becca struggled to keep up. Her belly rested heavily on her thighs, and her walking speed in the past year or two had been reduced to a bit of a waddle.

Dr. Cameron was hot. He had salt and pepper hair, stern blue eyes, and Becca could tell that he had a muscular body under his coat. He didn't look like her family doctor in her hometown, he looked like one from TV. He brought Becca to his office, and motioned for her to sit in a chair that thankfully didn't have arms, and looked very sturdy.

"This is your first time at this clinic?" He asked.

"Yes," Becca said. "I moved here a few years ago for college, and was seeing my family doctor back home, but thought I should see one here instead, now that I've been settled in town for a while."

"I see," Dr. Cameron had a stern, almost disinterested tone. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-two."

"Any drinking, smoking, or drugs?"

Becca shook her head. "I have a drink with friends maybe once a month, but definitely no smoking or drugs."

"Good girl," the doctor said without looking at her, typing something at his computer. Becca's core clenched at his words. "Any history of mental or physical illness in your family?"

"Not that I know of."

"Good. Are you sexually active?"

Becca blushed. "No. I'm, um, a virgin."

The doctor nodded and rose to his feet. "I'll measure and weigh you now."

Becca's heart sank. She was clearly a very big girl, but something about such an attractive man knowing her exact weight felt humiliating. She stood against a chart on the wall.

"5 '3," he then gestured to his scale, which Becca stepped on. "And 452 pounds. Miss Weir, that is incredibly alarming."

"I know," Becca flushed and stepped off the scale. "I need to lose a few pounds--"

"A few pounds? You are over four times the weight a woman of your height should be. You're absolutely massive."

Becca blinked, trying not to cry.

"Because you're so incredibly fat, I'll need to do my due diligence and properly examine you," Dr. Cameron said sharply. "Take off your clothes."

"Now?" Becca asked in a small voice. Surely he would step out of the room to give her privacy?

"Now," he demanded. Becca complied, stripping until she was just in her bra and panties, with the doctor staring at her the whole time. He shook his head. "All your clothes."

Becca let her underthings fall to the floor. She tried to cover her intimate parts with her arms.

"No need to cover your pussy, I can't even see it under that huge hanging belly," Dr. Cameron sneered. "Look at all that flab. I was shocked when I saw you in the waiting room, nearly too fat to fit in the chair. You must completely lack self-control."

"I just really like to eat," Becca said in a small voice. "And I don't like exercising."

"That's clear. Now, for the examination," Dr. Cameron grabbed her face and began to rub her chin fat with his thumbs. His touch was surprisingly soft. "A fat, round face--two chins with a third one coming in," his hands began to trail down her arms. "Plump arms, even your hands are chubby." His hands trailed over to her stomach. "Look at how massive this is. It's an apron of fat. Can you even see your feet with that gut?"

"No," Becca whispered. "Not in years."

He trailed his fingers across the angry red lines on her belly. "These stretch marks look new. You aren't even trying to lose weight, you've actually been putting even more on. Is that true?"

"Yes," Becca's voice trembled. "I'm sorry."

"How many meals do you eat a day?"

"Three," Becca said softly.

"You're gigantic," Dr. Cameron said sharply. "Don't lie."

"At least eight," Becca whispered. "I don't keep track, I just eat all day."

Dr. Cameron shook her stomach, and together they watched the flesh and fat jiggle. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, and Becca fought the urge to clench her thighs together. His touch, his degrading words...they were turning her on. He jiggled her huge belly again, harder, and Becca couldn't keep in a little moan. Dr. Cameron's burning blue eyes flickered to her face, and he wobbled her again. He dropped her belly, which bounced and rippled against her thighs, and put his hands on her huge breasts. "These are the biggest tits I've ever seen. Even when they were covered up they made you look slutty and slobby." He massaged the giant globes, and Becca moaned again. She could feel wetness smearing between her thighs.

The doctor let her go abruptly, and strode to the medical bed. He pulled out a paper sheet and draped it over the length of it. "Get on."

"Um, do you have a stool?" Becca asked. The medical bed was much higher than a normal one, and she was short and so heavy.

"No," the doctor's face was unapologetic. "Get up."

Becca went to the bed and turned so her back was to it, and attempted to hoist herself up with her hands. But her thick arms trembled with the weight they were trying to hold and she had to give up.

"You can't even lift yourself up?" The doctor sneered. "Now, tell me why."

"Because I'm too fat," Becca whispered, mortified, and yet more turned on than she had ever been. She felt her pussy clench around nothing.

"Too fat to lift yourself up," the doctor sneered. She could see that the crotch of his pants was tented, and her pussy became even wetter.

Becca flushed and turned to face the bed again. She managed to hoist a round leg up and used the momentum to pull her wobbling body up with her. It was clumsy and difficult, and she was panting with exertion by the time she was finally on top.

"That was the most pathetic thing I've ever seen," the doctor said. "You're too massive to properly perform a simple task. Lie on your back with your feet on the bed and knees up."

Becca obeyed, and the doctor grasped the thick roll of flesh on her thigh. "So flabby," he tutted, and rounded to the end of the bed. She could feel her pussy drooling onto the paper sheet. Why was the degradation and humiliation making her so horny? Dr. Cameron leaned down between her legs, and Becca craned her neck, struggling to see him over her big belly. All of a sudden, she felt a finger touch just between her wet pussy lips, and she screamed.

"Quiet," Dr. Cameron chided, looking back up to her. "I'm conducting my exam. I've never seen a pussy so pudgy in my life. You're so unbelievably wet, you fat slut."

Becca moaned as he parted her lower lips and rubbed his fingers through her pussy. She tried to fight it, but pleasure was building at her core. One of his fingers rubbed at her clit, and she cried out in ecstasy. The moment he slid a finger inside of her, Becca exploded, moaning as she gushed all over the paper sheet. The doctor withdrew his hand and spanked her pussy sharply, but that only prolonged her pleasure.

"I was right," the doctor said with disdain, wiping his soaked hand on his coat. "No self control, cumming and squirting during a fucking medical exam. Your whole body jiggled like jello when you came, it was disgusting." The doctor pulled his huge, hard cock out of his pants. "But since I'm a caring doctor, and you're my patient, I'm going to take care of you. No one is ever going to want to fuck that fat virgin pussy, so I'll do it for you." He ripped off his shirt, revealing perfect abs that Becca had guessed would be there.

"Yes," she gasped, rolling her hips in the air, "I need that! Fuck my fat virgin pussy!"

The doctor leaked precum on to her thigh as he effortlessly climbed on top of her. "I have to lift your huge fucking belly just to get to your slippery pussy hole," he said through gritted teeth. "It's a good thing my dick is so big. You should be begging someone like me to fuck a fat fucking slut like you."

"Please, Doctor," she moaned. "Take care of your fat fucking slut." Dr. Cameron slid inside her, and Becca screamed at the stretch. He began to relentlessly pound into her, her body sloshing around as he did.

"Touch your flabby tits," he commanded, and Becca obeyed, twisting her big nipples. The feeling, combined with his thick cock fucking her fat body was overwhelming. She came suddenly, without warning, her pussy spasming again and again.

"Was that all it took?" He mocked.

"Your cock feels so good," she moaned, half-sobbing.

"That's right, take my big dick, it's the only one you'll ever get," he thrusted harder, grabbing handfuls of her belly rolls. "I'm going to cum inside you."

"Please," Becca cried. "Fill me up!"

The doctor roared as he came, and Becca felt herself being flooded with rope after rope of warm cum, making her feel full in a way she never could have imagined. It was enough to begin to trigger her third orgasm.

"That's it," the doctor panted as he rode through his climax. "Let me see that fat body jiggle as you soak my cock with your cream."

Becca screamed again, spraying his cock with her juices as she climaxed. He climbed off of her, redoing his pants and straightening his robe. Becca watched him as she gasped to catch her breath.

"I think my examination is complete," the doctor said clinically, although his eyes looked softer than they had before. "Put your clothes back on."

Sliding off the bed was easier than getting up, and Becca felt their combined fluids run down her tubby legs as she did. She retrieved her clothes and redressed, feeling his eyes on her the whole time.

"Miss Weir?"

"Yes, Doctor?" She asked.

"I expect to see you here next week at the same time for a follow up appointment."

Becca smiled. "Yes, Doctor."