Weight Gain Clinic

You got a text from her in the mid afternoon "How's my favourite Guineapiggy doing~? I have a checkup for you at 2pm today, don't keep me waiting piggy, but don't exactly rush either... don't want you burning any calories now do we?" You roll out of bed and get dressed you notice your clothes fit tighter than they did last, it can't be her work taking effect already? On the walk to her clinic you fins yourself a little out of breath, even needing to take a break half way... when you arrive your face is flushed and your panting. Stepping into the reception you see Tae behind her desk, devouring a massive burger, her head flicks up like a deer that heard sound in her domain "Mmff.." She stands up and places the burger down, the big greassy meal seeming at odds with the sterile white walls of her clinic. You see her mouth working over time to chew as she comes round the counter to meet you. You see her heavy thighs jiggling as her sandals click across the floor. Her pale skin was as white as a cloud and as soft as one too. Her toes had a dark red painted nail polish, and with each step her feet send a jiggle up her calfs and thighs, her thighs rubbing together as she strut. Perhaps the dignified arch of her feet made by her long heel was culprit for her wobble. When she stopped in front of you there was one last jiggle as she plopped her foot down, this one rippled through to her belly and breasts. Her dark green dress barely reached the middle of her thigh, and her red belt seemed tighter than last visit. The top of her dress cut into her breasts and her chocker seemed tight on her neck. "I thought I told you not to run here," She held her palm to your forehead, feeling some of your sweat. "Unless.. my treatment is working.. then you'd just be sweating because of your developed piggish nature and added heft..." She looks at you but only speaks to herself, as if your not sentient. You felt a little ashamed at her words.. then a little more flushed... then the chairs littered around the waiting area started to seem appealing. "Well, all will be known in due time... a check up, yes?" She smirks and eyes you up and down, head to toe. She asked the question to herself, then she spun on her heel and started walking to her office. Her white lab coat fluttered and settled, noticeably pushed out by her fat ass. "Follow me, you know the drill by now... or do you.." She muttered that last part under her breath. She opened the door and you already saw the imposing funnel pump attached to the wall. Then the scale, then the examination table. As you approached the door Tae sat legs crossed at her desk and stared expectantly at you. You saw her belly roll onto her lap, and her thick thighs squish, the poor wheely chair creaks. No matter how professional her coat or office was... you never felt less dirty for visiting her. "Why, where to start," She muses openly, maybe she'll listen if you suggest something... but Dr Takemi loves to take control.

You were dying for your appointment all day. It'd been too long since your last checkup.. 3 days? Maybe. You left an hour early, stopped to get snacks on the way, and arrived in the evening. You were desperate. When you walked in your legs were aching... so was your head. She heard you come in, already walked out to greet you, smug smile plastered her face. "Well well well, piggy knows when feeding time is now?" She has her hands behind her back, her office door is already open, you could her the hum of the funnel pump, and you could spot a little cream on the corner of Tae's lips; a blush on her cheeks, and some sweat on her brow. "I suppose I shouldn't keep you waiting... here I'll help you in," She wrapped her arm around your shoulder and hauled you in with her. Each step rattled your body, your legs thumped against the floor and your belly wobbled. You looked at Tae, and her belly was a bit more firm, almost taught, it wobbled too but with the weight of fullness behind it. You heard her burp softly, inadvertently she pulled your head a little closer to hers as you walked the slow steps to her office, it really wasn't far. You got a view of her breasts as they bounced with each step, like she was trying to motivate you to hurry up. She started to whisper under her breath. "...subject progressing healthily... laziness mixed with heft and greed.. makes them susceptible to pigish influences... caloric intake exceeded physical activity reasonably for the past.. few days. Jiggle in legs hints at little movement.. pout on face indicates desire to be fed..." Her whispers mixed with the panting of your breath and thump of your steps and went unnoticed... but we're registered. "Jeez.. Guineapiggy... huff.. you've been eating more than the diet plan, huh?" Her words indicated regret in offering to help you, but the flush of her cheeks said otherwise "You're growing so big... I bet your proud of your appetite~" She sniffed around your chest area before leaving you to straighten up in the doorway. She stepped forward in front of you, her usual strut a more manic and panicked walk as she almost waddled toward the funnel, her heels clicked haphazardly. You saw her almost tumble when her thighs rubbed together and her wide hips swayed. She kicked off her heels and you heared her bare feet plop against the floor as she waddled to the funnel. Her pale feet blended in with the sterile floor as she trotted along. She leaned on the contraption with one arm and turned to apraise you. A grin as she saw you pant and lean. "Catch your breath, you're gonna need all you can get~" She knocked on the machine and it groaned, a little cream leaked from the funnel. "Where to start... how are you at waking up in the mornings? Do you find yourself.. sluggish? Or trotting along to the trough at sunrise like a good pig?" She almost laughed watching you think "Don't worry your little head too hard now, just a few routine questions before I start the.. examination.." She fiddled with one hand in her pocket while she awaited your awnser. She curved one of her feet as she stood.