Dr. Edwards, FFA
April Edwards weathered the rigors of her first year residency program
at a Brooklyn hospital and was delighted to begin an orthopedic
medicine residency with a well-respected doctor in Salt Lake City. It
was a change of pace from her native New York but an opportunity she
couldn't refuse. April was a Division I NCAA athlete in swimming and
tennis and had long been interested in pursuing sports medicine.
About two months into her program, she was assigned a new patient to
see; Trevor Jonsson. He was young, only 22 years old, but had been a
pre-Olympic skier that sustained a major knee injury during a
qualifying competition four months earlier. Just days after the
accident he underwent a major surgery. He was transitioning from a
post-surgical rehabilitation to an athletic recovery focus.
She read through his history and saw that he had been putting on quite
a few pounds since the surgery. At the time of the accident he was 6'1"
and 195 with very low body fat. In those four short months he had
climbed up to 217. She knew as a doctor concerned with her patient's
ability to get back into his sport, that that kind of gain was not
going to help him reach his goal to return to training.
Yet April had always had secret fantasies about boys gaining weight and
getting fat. She remembered her first crush in junior high was on a
chubby boy called Nate, but she never told anyone about it. She had
always been one of those beautiful and athletic girls, and had always
been around good-looking athletic guys. She simply ended up dating only
that type, while continually trying to repress her true desires. The
idea of wanting to see guys gain weight seemed wrong and against
everything she felt was medically correct.
With repressed feelings of excitement and curiosity about her new
patients weight gain, she entered the examining room. Trevor was
sitting patiently with his crutches propped on the table beside him.
"So you’re Doctor Edwards?" he smiled.
"Yes," April said, "nice to meet you Trevor." She shook his hand. No
one had warned her how incredible looking he was. His face was chiseled
to perfection like a J. Crew model with sandy blonde hair and steel
gray eyes. Yet she could see he wasn't in Olympic shape anymore.
Despite his loose fitting shirt, she noted the hint of softness around
his waist. And despite her best intentions for his fitness, the visual
made her feel all the more attracted to him.
April asked him to sit on the examination table so she could get a
better look at his knee. "Your scars are healing really well," she
looked up at him and smiled. "And your range of motion is quite good
this early in the game." She could not help but notice his long legs
had retained much of their pre-injury muscle. Her desire for him was
starting to push to the surface, but she forced herself to stay
They discussed his accident in detail, and she reviewed his recent
x-rays with him. She explained the seriousness of his injury and the
realistic odds for his program. "I know that you've been told that your
knee may never be able to withstand the rigors of intense competition.
And the important word there is 'may.' That is not to one hundred
percent certainty, but the likelihood is pretty strong. So we need to
talk about your goals for rehabilitation. Have you thought about the
possibility that you may have to give up high-end competition?"
Trevor grinned, "Well actually, I kind of have been enjoying the time
away from it. I mean I can actually focus on school. I am really
starting to enjoy my Biology classes. I've always wanted to be a
Veterinarian but skiing was my total focus. Now my coach and my parents
are starting to pressure me to spend all of my time on rehabbing this
"Trevor, you are the patient AND you are an adult. Now, I'm not going
to tell you not to listen to your coach and your parents. They usually
have a lot of wisdom and they want what they think is best for you.
Their hearts are in the right place. But you have to make your own
decisions. So think about what you think might make YOU happy, not just
today or next week, but five or ten years from now. Your approach to
rehabilitation can affect your future."
"I do want to get back into shape I guess, I've really gained a lot of
weight," he gave her an embarrassed smile.
"Yes," April smiled, "I did notice...well, doctors are supposed to
notice those things... But you shouldn't beat yourself up over it.
You've been through a major life change and some weight gain is very
"Thanks, I was worried you might lecture me. My last physical therapist
was really hard on me about it."
"Nope, that's not my bedside manner," she grinned. "But I can advise
you on some non-impact aerobic exercise and if you want to see a
nutritionist, I can refer you. It's entirely up to you."
"Well, my eating habits haven't changed really, it's just that I always
burned off everything I ate. Now, I'm still as hungry but I'm not
training three hours a day anymore," he shrugged his shoulders.
"Like I said, that's very common with injured athletes, you become
accustomed to eating quite a bit and the injury throws everything out
of whack. Maybe you just need to pay more attention to what it is
you're eating. Like instead of a greasy burger, eat a turkey sandwich.
Or replace the fries with a big salad. Less soda, more water."
"Yeah, I know, I just like food so much," he said.
"It's okay," she winked, "we all do."
April walked with Trevor on his crutches to the Physical Therapy
offices and introduced him to the staff. "You'll get to know these
people very well over the next several months," she joked.
"Will I still come to see you, Dr. Edwards?" Trevor asked April.
"Of course you will Trevor, in fact I may come and check up on you to
make sure you're showing up for your therapy," she teased him. "But in
the meantime, let's make an appointment in say, two weeks? And here's
my card in case you have any questions or you need to talk about how
things are going. I'm always available, okay?"
"Thanks so much, Dr. Edwards," Trevor smiled and hobbled out of April's
The next week April saw Trevor in the clinic lobby. "Hi Trevor! How are
you doing today?"
"Oh, I'm fine Dr. Edwards," he smiled. "Just going in for my daily PT."
"Great, I understand you're starting off well, keep it up!"
Over the following days April couldn't stop thinking about Trevor. She
was of course, very attracted to him, but she was concerned about his
confusion and ambivalence toward returning to skiing. She wanted to
make sure she there was enough trust between them so that he felt
comfortable talking about his rehab with an unbiased person.
She made her way over to the Physical Therapy offices shortly before
their next appointment.
"So, how's my favorite skier doing?" she laughed.
"Oh, Hi Dr. Edwards, I'm great," he smiled, his chin looking slightly
"Wonderful," she said. Turning to his PT, she asked, "Is he behaving
himself for you guys?"
"Oh, yeah, Trevor's been a sweetheart," she smiled.
Another PT named Joe came over to Dr. Edwards and asked to talk to her
in his office.
"Doctor, Trevor is doing okay, I guess, but his weight continues to
increase. He's gained eight pounds just in the last two weeks." His
words gave April a surge of excitement up her spine. "He's never going
to get back to competing at this rate."
"Well, first of all, I really don't want any of you or anyone here
lecturing him about it. That's the worst thing you can do to his
morale. I've discussed his weight with him and he is quite aware of it.
But the issue stays between Doctor and Patient, okay? I know you're
concerned and I appreciate you talking to me. I'd like to keep our
communication open, but he needs a supportive environment here so let's
keep this topic behind closed doors."
"Okay, Dr. Edwards, I understand, "Joe accepted.
April walked back to visit with Trevor. "So you're coming to see me
"Yep, wouldn't miss it for the world, Trevor laughed.
"Great, see you then."
Trevor arrived for his appointment right on time. "So, let's talk about
the Physical Therapy first," April started. "How are things going?"
"Okay, I guess," Trevor answered.
"Do you feel you're getting something out of it? Is it moving to slow?
"Naw, it's just fine, they're the experts I guess," Trevor answered.
"I have to say you don't seem very enthusiastic about it, is something
on your mind?" April probed.
"It's just that they keep taking about how I'm going to be a big time
skier again, and I don't think that's what I want in my life anymore.
I'm really starting to enjoy the extra hours I have to work on school,
monkey around with my car, and sometimes just relaxing, you know? Like
I feel like I'm becoming a whole person away from being just the
'skiing wonder boy.' Or am I just being lazy like my coach says."
"I don't think you’re the lazy type, Trevor. Anyone that made it to
Olympic trials is not the lazy type. You're just seeing new avenues in
your life opening up. I think concentrating your efforts on school is
very healthy and productive. Having hobbies is a positive thing. Now if
you're spending hours in front of the TV or playing video games…"
"Naw, that's not me. I just don't want to feel bad about having a life
of my own… And I really don’t feel like I have to be the best in the
world at skiing. Is there something wrong with that? I mean I sometimes
wonder if I ever really wanted it," Trevor shrugged his shoulders.
"There's no easy answers, you know that. If the answers were easy life
would boring, right? It's okay to have some confusion about your
future. You've been dealt a tough situation so don't carry the weight
of the world on your shoulders."
"No, just around my gut," Trevor chided himself. "I'm still getting
fatter... I'm up to 225 now."
"You know, we talked about that. You can always get healthier with some
help from a Nutritionist and special exercises," April reminded him.
"But I don't want your self-image to suffer. Your weight is not
important compared to your overall health."
"You know, the thing is, I don't really care about being 'healthier,'
I'm just sick of people telling me I'm getting fat. My girlfriend isn't
happy about it either."
"I'm sorry to hear that the people around you aren't more supportive of
what you're going through," April sighed. "But your health is far more
important than your appearance. I'd really like you to consider it a
priority over looks."
"Looks matter to my girlfriend… Becky… she told me I'm not the buff
stud I used to be... she's losing interest," he almost whispered. "And
I think it's about over between us. And that's just adding to my stress
over the weight and rehab."
"Maybe I'm talking out of turn, I mean, I am your doctor, but there's
nothing wrong with your appearance," April smiled. "This is really not
my forte, I mean, maybe you need to talk to a counselor about all these
complicated feelings you're having. I'm only licensed to help you fix
your knee problems, not problems of the heart."
"It's just that, Dr. Edwards, you're so easy to talk to, I mean I feel
like you're more than my Doctor, you know?"
"That's really nice of you to say, Trevor, I appreciate that I can help
you get through this," April smiled.
The months of rehab passed and Trevor's weight gain continued upward,
albeit more slowly, hovering in the high 230s by springtime. His belly
was quite obvious and his butt started to jiggle a little when he
walked. She would visit him during his physical therapy sessions and
note the softness forming around his arm and leg muscles, or the crease
of his belly roll when he was on the exercise bike.
April was more attracted to him than ever; and she could sense that
Trevor had similar feelings for her. She was coming to terms with the
fact that she was intensely attracted to his extra chubbiness. But she
had to continue keep her distance considering their doctor-patient
Fortunately, his parents' dissatisfaction in his choice to not return
to competitive skiing seemed to be disappearing seeing that his
educational success was getting visibility. He was making straight A's
and looking at a fellowship award in a veterinary science graduate
The day finally came when his therapy at the Clinic was complete and he
met with April for the last time. "You've really come a long way,
Trevor," April shook his hand.
"I'm really going to miss you Dr. Edwards," he sighed.
"You know, Trevor, you don't have to call me Dr. Edwards anymore, you
can call me April," she smiled.
"I really like that name, April," Trevor admitted.
"Thank you," April suddenly became self-conscious.
"So you think we could continue to be friends?" Trevor asked.
"We've always been friends, you know Trevor," April smiled.
Several weeks passed with no word from Trevor. April often thought
about him but she was nervous about getting in touch with him. He was
five years younger, she reasoned, and my former patient. It just
wouldn't look right.
At the height of summer, April was at a concert festival with some
friends when she heard her name called, "Dr. Edwards! April!" she
recognized the voice and turned around to see Trevor, smiling, with an
even bigger body than when he last left the clinic.
"Oh my gosh, Trevor," she hugged him, "it's so nice to see you," she
beamed. He felt so nice against her.
"Wow, Dr... I mean, April, you look great," Trevor smiled.
"You look great too," and she meant it. He was really looking soft and
round. She leaned and took a look at his knee, "Better every day, isn't
it?" She also smiled, noticing his deepening belly button and softened
chest showing though his clinging gray t-shirt.
They chatted for a little while. "Hey listen, I have to get back to my
friends," April said, "but I'd really like to continue our
conversation. If I give you my home number will you call me?"
"Oh, Yeah, of course," Trevor was beaming now.
The next evening Trevor called and left a message on her machine. She
returned his call the following evening and they agreed to meet for
dinner that weekend.
They met at the new Spanish restaurant in town called Sabor. As they
looked at the menu, he said, "you know I've really been trying to make
healthier choices, but it seems I just eat so much that it doesn't
matter how healthy my choices are," he gave an embarrassed laugh. "I've
put on so much weight since the injury, it's not even funny."
"You know Trevor, it is possible for heavier people to be very
healthy," April told him. "I'm starting to get away from my athletics
specialty. I've been doing more research into the concept of being
healthy and fit at any weight. I think the heavier athlete needs more
attention in sports medicine."
"Wow, that's so cool. So I guess I'm a heavier athlete now. I've been
working out more again, but mostly muscle building, not so much fat
burning," he laughed.
They continued to banter like old times and at the end of the evening
he walked her to her car. "So um, well, it would be nice to see you
again..." Trevor trailed off.
"I was hoping you would say that Trevor," April smiled and inched
closer to him. "Do you think I could kiss you?" she asked.
His face reddened, "yeah," he smiled wide.
She put her arms up on his shoulders and he leaned into her body for a
long kiss. She could feel his belly press against her chest and felt an
amazing tingle run throughout her body. "Wow," she whispered. "You have
no idea how long I wanted to do that."
"Really? I mean I've wanted to kiss you from the moment I came into
your office the first time," he blushed. "I never thought you felt the
same way. Before the injury, when I was Mr. Olympiad, I was so cocky I
probably would have hit on you right then and there, but now..."
April stopped him, "Now... you are probably an even more interesting
person," she paused and smiled, "and you're definitely a sexier person.
I think that the injury actually had some positive affect in your
life," she ran her hand along his bulging love handles.
"You've had a positive effect in my life," Trevor murmured, and gave
April another adoring kiss.
One year later:
April is with Trevor having his tuxedo fit for the wedding.
"Oh, Trevor, you look so hot in this tux! Can I tell you how proud I am
to be your future wife?" She beamed, straightening his coat. "Just make
sure you tell the tailor to leave enough room here," inserting her
slender finger into his waistband, with a gentle tug that made his
belly jiggle. "I want my husband to be comfortable on his wedding day."
"As long as I have you with me, I know I'll always feel comfortable,"
Trevor smiled and kissed his bride-to-be.
She touched his manhood and whispered in his ear, "and I will always be
more than satisfied."
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