The waiting room in front of the doctor's office was cold and gloomy. Its hygienically white walls and floor of a very similar color gave off an unnerving feeling even to someone who had nothing to worry about, and it was a source of great anxiety to Ellie who had one big something to worry about sitting on her lap. She was all wired up, with a few seemingly omnipresent thoughts unceasingly racing through her head...is the doctor gonna make her lose weight? Are they gonna send her off to a weight loss camp?
She kept on pondering like that for a few more minutes, letting her mind drift off into uncharted realms of silhouettes of demonic surgeons sucking her much beloved fat out of her belly and other such things, when her daydreaming was finally cut short by the nurse's poignant voice.
"Elizabeth Jackson-Brown, come inside, girl!" A keen observer might have in the directly ensuing moments noticed a brief spasm of surprise in the eyes of the nurse. Although she had been professionaly trained in not showing any emotion at the sight of a patient howsoever dismembered, disfigured, or in any other way visually deeply deviating from normal to insure the highest possible mental well-being of the given patient, she, at least on some deep subconscious level, couldnot resist the urge to ever so slightly raise her eyebrows before regainig composure, when instead of a petite athlete, she saw an enormous fatty rise from practically two chairs with much effort and nervously waddle her way into the office.
"Sit down right there, dear." The nurse said pointing at a bed. The bed let out a shreik as Ellie lowered herself on it. She had been many times in this room before, but she had never been shaking so hard. The nurse must have also noticed because she told Ellie: "Oh, there's nothing to worry about, sweetie. We're just going to run through the usual procedures." That didn't help since one of the usual procedures was a weigh-in.
But first, the nurse checked Ellie's vision and hearing, both of which were fully fine, even her blood pressure (she used to have it low but now because of her fat it was just right). But then the dreaded sentence came: "Change into your underwear, please and step on the scale, would ya?" the nurse uttered. These words stung Ellie like needles. She nervously pulled her hoodie over her head, unveiling her to the fullest extent stretched jeans with her stretchmark covered belly hanging over them like a baking dish overflowing with dough. Her breasts looked really similar with the bra which she bought mere two months ago uncapable of containing their sheer size. With some effort she unbuttoned her pants and got out of them. Now there she stood, just in her undersized bra and panties which disappeared into her huge cellulite-ridden butt not too far along the way, only to reemerge in the front to more or less cover her newly forming FUPA.
The doctor's office boasted a scale which also doubled as a height measurer. She stepped on that dreaded device and watched the numbers go up as the nurse adjusted the height measuring plank so it would sit on Ellie's head. Finaly the machine let out a beep. The numbers were in. 5 feet 7 inches of height, with 195 lbs giving the BMI of 30.5. "Well, well,well, it looks like someone has been eating a bit too much recently." said the nurse poking Ellie's belly.
"My girl, I know. You really enjoy these," she elaborated patting Ellie's boobs "but you gotta know that this is no good for you. But I think the doctor is going to tell you more." As she said this, in walked the doctor...to be continued
(Sorry I'm doing it this way but I wanna put something out and finishing will take some time)
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Ellie's Weight Gain
Diversosstory about a high schoool girl descent into the joys of feederism - obviously feederism topics - don't like that? don't read it
