Saturday, September 15, 2007
Matt and Annie: The Breakup
Matt stood looking at himself in the mirror in profile. No matter how hard he tried, it was impossible to suck in his gut all the way. When he relaxed, his belly seemed to keep growing and growing until he felt like he was looking at a beach ball's reflection.
His cheeks were puffier, a double chin was impossible to ignore, and he was pretty sure he was forming man boobs too.
Despite his best intentions, his plans to join a gym hadn't really worked for him. He tried to watch what he was eating, but it didn't seem to have much of an effect.
He sighed, noticing his massive stomach rise and fall in the mirror. Annie was a great girl, she just wasn't going to stand for him gaining weight much longer. She was so beautiful, so shapely, she just wouldn't be seen in public with a fatso. She was the best thing that ever happened to him, and he couldn't even lose a few pounds for her.
He wondered if he should just end it with her now, save her the trouble. At least people would understand, you're allowed to get fat after a breakup.
He smiled at that prospect.
He didn't mind being fat. There was part of him that really liked it. He'd always... well, he couldn't say he'd fought it. He never joined a gym, he wasn't a health nut in the grocery store, he'd always been 20 pounds overweight. But he'd always made sure things never got out of hand like they had lately. Now that they had though, he wondered... what if he gained more weight? What would it feel like? What would people think? How much could he gain? How fast? What would it be like to eat what he wanted?
As he became larger and larger in his imagination, Matt's reverie was broken by the telephone ringing. Annie was coming over.
He became very nervous. He'd come to a decision, it was time to break up with her. He didn't know how to do it, or what to say. He wished he had more time. He didn't have to do it now, but felt it would be dishonest to string her along. He'd have to do it now.
Matt put on an old grubby t-shirt he had. Annie had certainly never seen it, it was stained, torn. He'd had it for years, and couldn't remember when he last put it on.
Or when it fit last. It was tight, his belly spilled out the bottom of it. He wondered for a minute if he should change it or not. He thought about how ridiculous he must look, decided to keep it on.
He tried to put on an old pair of jeans, but they didn't even get past his knees before he gave up on them. He did find an old pair of sweat pants that he managed to squeeze into. The waist band dug in, he could feel his belly hanging over it, and was pretty sure he could shame any plumber with the crack hanging out at the back. Perfect he smiled.
Matt went into the washroom to check out his ensemble. Even though he was a few minutes removed from realising how fat he'd become, he was surprised to see how fat he'd become. The pants looked like they were painted on, the seams were pulling apart. His belly hung ponderously over the waistband. The tshirt was downright embarrassing. His upper body resembled a sausage while half his gut swung free where the thsirt rode up.
He lost track of how long he was staring at himself when Annie buzzed to come up.
Matt panicked for a moment. What was she going to think of him? She was the best thing that had ever happened, was this right? But he settled down as he reached for the knob. They weren't right for each other. He was going to be free to gain weight, and she'd find someone better for her. Everyone would be happier.
He opened the door.
Annie's jaw dropped. The bags of food she was carrying falling a stunned moment later. She stammered, "Matt, I... wow... um... Matt..."
He directed her to the couch. He was acutely aware of her eyes taking in every detail of his appearance. He became very conscious of how much his belly was wiggling as he moved. He wanted to run and hide, wanted to apologise for letting her see what a mess he'd become. He resolved to get this over quickly.
"Annie, I'm sorry," he put his hand up as she tried to interrupt. "This isn't easy for me, I need to get it done now while I can." He drew in a big breath, feeling his stomach ballooning to unimaginable proportions, "Annie, we need to break up."
He saw her look from his belly to his face, and then down to her lap, "but why?" Tears were already starting to well up.
"I just..." he wanted to be honest, but he didn't want her to think he was nuts. He wished he'd planned this out rather than just staring at how fat he was in the mirror. "I don't feel that this relationship is bringing out the best in me... I need..."
"Is it your weight?" she blurted out.
"Yes," he sighed. "Yes, it's my weight."
"But Matt..."
He cut her off, he didn't want to hear that she didn't care. She might say it, but he knew, deep down, a girl like that wouldn't really not care. Some day she'd finally be tired of having a fat boyfriend. Better to get this out of the way now. "I know, but... you're so pretty, so thin, you really need someone who's in better shape, someone that you've got more in common with."
"So..." she was trying to compose herself, "I'm too thin for you?"
"Yes," Matt saw anger flash across her face. "I mean no, I mean... I just mean you deserve better than me."
"Isn't that for me to decide?"
"There's more to it." He took another deep breath as his belly impersonated the goodyear blimp. "I've always worked so hard to keep thin," he couldn't believe he was saying this, "and I'm going to stop. In fact... in fact I'm going to get fatter.
Her face lit up. Matt's heart sunk. He was right. He could imagine that she was thankful for the bullet she'd dodged, being saddled with some fat nut job.
"So..." she couldn't help but repeat herself. "So, I'm too think for you, and you're going to get fatter? Is that right?"
His mind desperately screamed no, but... this was the perfect moment to end it. "Yes."
"Well," she got up and went to the door, "that's that then." She picked up the food she'd dropped and handed it to him. "Think of it as a parting gift." She turned to gape at him one more time as the door closed.
Matt let out a giant breath. He could feel his belly deflate back to 'normal' in his imagination. He looked at the food in his hands. He sat down and dug into it. If he was going to really gain weight, this was the perfect time to start
His cheeks were puffier, a double chin was impossible to ignore, and he was pretty sure he was forming man boobs too.
Despite his best intentions, his plans to join a gym hadn't really worked for him. He tried to watch what he was eating, but it didn't seem to have much of an effect.
He sighed, noticing his massive stomach rise and fall in the mirror. Annie was a great girl, she just wasn't going to stand for him gaining weight much longer. She was so beautiful, so shapely, she just wouldn't be seen in public with a fatso. She was the best thing that ever happened to him, and he couldn't even lose a few pounds for her.
He wondered if he should just end it with her now, save her the trouble. At least people would understand, you're allowed to get fat after a breakup.
He smiled at that prospect.
He didn't mind being fat. There was part of him that really liked it. He'd always... well, he couldn't say he'd fought it. He never joined a gym, he wasn't a health nut in the grocery store, he'd always been 20 pounds overweight. But he'd always made sure things never got out of hand like they had lately. Now that they had though, he wondered... what if he gained more weight? What would it feel like? What would people think? How much could he gain? How fast? What would it be like to eat what he wanted?
As he became larger and larger in his imagination, Matt's reverie was broken by the telephone ringing. Annie was coming over.
He became very nervous. He'd come to a decision, it was time to break up with her. He didn't know how to do it, or what to say. He wished he had more time. He didn't have to do it now, but felt it would be dishonest to string her along. He'd have to do it now.
Matt put on an old grubby t-shirt he had. Annie had certainly never seen it, it was stained, torn. He'd had it for years, and couldn't remember when he last put it on.
Or when it fit last. It was tight, his belly spilled out the bottom of it. He wondered for a minute if he should change it or not. He thought about how ridiculous he must look, decided to keep it on.
He tried to put on an old pair of jeans, but they didn't even get past his knees before he gave up on them. He did find an old pair of sweat pants that he managed to squeeze into. The waist band dug in, he could feel his belly hanging over it, and was pretty sure he could shame any plumber with the crack hanging out at the back. Perfect he smiled.
Matt went into the washroom to check out his ensemble. Even though he was a few minutes removed from realising how fat he'd become, he was surprised to see how fat he'd become. The pants looked like they were painted on, the seams were pulling apart. His belly hung ponderously over the waistband. The tshirt was downright embarrassing. His upper body resembled a sausage while half his gut swung free where the thsirt rode up.
He lost track of how long he was staring at himself when Annie buzzed to come up.
Matt panicked for a moment. What was she going to think of him? She was the best thing that had ever happened, was this right? But he settled down as he reached for the knob. They weren't right for each other. He was going to be free to gain weight, and she'd find someone better for her. Everyone would be happier.
He opened the door.
Annie's jaw dropped. The bags of food she was carrying falling a stunned moment later. She stammered, "Matt, I... wow... um... Matt..."
He directed her to the couch. He was acutely aware of her eyes taking in every detail of his appearance. He became very conscious of how much his belly was wiggling as he moved. He wanted to run and hide, wanted to apologise for letting her see what a mess he'd become. He resolved to get this over quickly.
"Annie, I'm sorry," he put his hand up as she tried to interrupt. "This isn't easy for me, I need to get it done now while I can." He drew in a big breath, feeling his stomach ballooning to unimaginable proportions, "Annie, we need to break up."
He saw her look from his belly to his face, and then down to her lap, "but why?" Tears were already starting to well up.
"I just..." he wanted to be honest, but he didn't want her to think he was nuts. He wished he'd planned this out rather than just staring at how fat he was in the mirror. "I don't feel that this relationship is bringing out the best in me... I need..."
"Is it your weight?" she blurted out.
"Yes," he sighed. "Yes, it's my weight."
"But Matt..."
He cut her off, he didn't want to hear that she didn't care. She might say it, but he knew, deep down, a girl like that wouldn't really not care. Some day she'd finally be tired of having a fat boyfriend. Better to get this out of the way now. "I know, but... you're so pretty, so thin, you really need someone who's in better shape, someone that you've got more in common with."
"So..." she was trying to compose herself, "I'm too thin for you?"
"Yes," Matt saw anger flash across her face. "I mean no, I mean... I just mean you deserve better than me."
"Isn't that for me to decide?"
"There's more to it." He took another deep breath as his belly impersonated the goodyear blimp. "I've always worked so hard to keep thin," he couldn't believe he was saying this, "and I'm going to stop. In fact... in fact I'm going to get fatter.
Her face lit up. Matt's heart sunk. He was right. He could imagine that she was thankful for the bullet she'd dodged, being saddled with some fat nut job.
"So..." she couldn't help but repeat herself. "So, I'm too think for you, and you're going to get fatter? Is that right?"
His mind desperately screamed no, but... this was the perfect moment to end it. "Yes."
"Well," she got up and went to the door, "that's that then." She picked up the food she'd dropped and handed it to him. "Think of it as a parting gift." She turned to gape at him one more time as the door closed.
Matt let out a giant breath. He could feel his belly deflate back to 'normal' in his imagination. He looked at the food in his hands. He sat down and dug into it. If he was going to really gain weight, this was the perfect time to start
Labels: annie, feeder, ffa, fiction, matt
// posted by Charlotte @ 6:47:00 PM 
