Breathless & Overfed - MidoTaka
Feedee Midorima - KNB
He was so out of shape, just eating and playing with his belly left him out of breath. Standing took several minutes. Stairs were impossible. His overfed belly hung down to his knees, nealy engulfing his somewhat awkwardly smaller thighs. His arms no longer reached all of it. He can’t believe he let it get this bad. Takeo kept feeding him and turning him on, making it difficult to resist the flood of fattening treats being stuffed into his belly. He actually enjoyed it, but now getting up and walking was hard and he felt too embarrassed to lecture his patients on weight when his own fat was threatening to burst the buttons of his shirt. His thighs and belly squeezed through the openings on the chairs and sometimes he got stuck. He always seemed to be out of breath. When he hit 550 lbs, his boss moved him to the research division where he wouldn’t have to see patients or move around a lot. He sat at a desk for hours. There was nothing to stop him from snacking and no exercise. His belly was full and he was tired when he came home. He ached all over because he was more out of shape. But he never resisted the feasts Takeo prepared for him or the sex that came after.
When the scale read 600, Takeo began suggesting Midorima take some time off or even quit. There were at home jobs he could do he could work on losing some weight. He decided the latter sounded like a good idea and claimed he’d quit to work on his health. They both knew it wouldn’t happen. Day after day, he moved less and less. His belly swelled on the bed between his thighs. Takeo pampered him even more and he let himself be manipulated by the delicate foods and warm hands. He could always get out of bed tomorrow, couldn’t he?