Monday, December 03, 2007
Matt and Annie: The Next Step
Matt was busy cleaning up his apartment. He hated cleaning, it gave him time to think; but since he hated cleaning it always gave him miserable thoughts. There was always so much to do.
There was laundry to fold, he always tried to keep ahead of it, but just never really got day's laundry put away before it was time to wash again. He knew a lot of the clothes didn't fit any more, but he never took the time to sort them out, so his clost and drawers were always overflowing too.
There was cleaning to do, he couldn't conceive of someone who would enjoy vacuuming and dusting and mopping. The bigger he got the bigger a chore it seemed to be. He tried to do a quick job, but ended up spending more time at it because the quick job still looked pretty bad. He couldn't have Annie coming over if the place wasn't clean.
The worst was always the kitchen. Dishes everywhere, wrappers, boxes, empty cups overflowed the garbage and took up his counter. He tried to keep on top of that too, but taking the garbage all the way down the hall, past the elevator was just so far. There were always dirty dishes, and after eating he was too full to move, and if he was in the kitchen to get something to eat he didn't want to stop and clean, so they just piled up.
Annie was always bringing things to eat, she brought the wrappers and boxes and cups. She used half the dishes. Heck, she was always buying him new clothes, no wonder his laundry was overflowing. He was keeping the place clean for her. She really should be doing her share of the work, if he was going to make the place clean for her, it really should be her place!
The phone rang.
Matt put down the cookies he was eating on his cleaning break and answered. It was Annie. She was on her way over, she was getting pizza, garlic break and cinnamon sticks.
Matt wolfed down the cookies and began rushing around to make sure the kitchen was orderly and that there would be clean plates for dinner. Before he knew it the bag of cookies were gone, the buzzer was ringing and there was still a mess in the kitchen.
Matt hurried to let her in. He managed to get dishes ready, and cleared a place on the table to put all the food Annie had, but the kitchen really was still a disaster.
When she came waddling in, he took the food from her and directed her towards the couch. It had been a month since they'd finally realised that they loved being together, eating together, being fat together, getting fatter together. In that month she had gained a lot more weight than he had, and it showed and she slowly approached the couch and awkwardly lowered herself onto it.
"You'll have to excuse the mess," Matt offered, slightly embarrassed. "I just haven't gotten around to getting it sorted out lately."
"Oh, Matt, this is nothing, my place is an absolute pig sty!"
"Really? It was very clean last time I was over there," Matt said as he began serving.
"Matt, when was the last time you were there?"
"It was..." he stopped to think about it. "Huh, I guess it's before we broke up. It can't be that bad, can it?"
"Matt, look around, this is all MY mess, isn't it? And you've been cleaning. I haven't touched anything in months!" She eagrely bit into the pizza he'd presented her.
When Matt had seen how big Annie was, he was surprised. When he'd seen how much she could eat, he was more surprised. After a month of united gluttony, her appetite seemed to be growing far faster than his own, which surprised Matt most of all.
"I don't know if I'm ever going to clean my place again," she said when her mouth was finally empty long enough to talk.
"So why don't you move in here? Surely the two of us can keep one place clean right?" Matt hadn't really meant to ask her to move in, it was only a month after they'd rekindled their relationship, and what they had was so different from before. Was he really ready for that?
"Oh, I don't even want to leave now! I'm not sure if I could." She rubbed her belly, and Matt could see the elastic waistband digging deep into her flesh.
"I'll pack up the leftovers if you want."
"Leftovers? You're not doing already are you Matt?" She gave him a hangdog look.
"Well, if I want to clean up any more, I can't, but, you go ahead, I'll go clean up my kitchen."
"Our kitchen!" She she tried to shout through her cinna-sticks.
There was laundry to fold, he always tried to keep ahead of it, but just never really got day's laundry put away before it was time to wash again. He knew a lot of the clothes didn't fit any more, but he never took the time to sort them out, so his clost and drawers were always overflowing too.
There was cleaning to do, he couldn't conceive of someone who would enjoy vacuuming and dusting and mopping. The bigger he got the bigger a chore it seemed to be. He tried to do a quick job, but ended up spending more time at it because the quick job still looked pretty bad. He couldn't have Annie coming over if the place wasn't clean.
The worst was always the kitchen. Dishes everywhere, wrappers, boxes, empty cups overflowed the garbage and took up his counter. He tried to keep on top of that too, but taking the garbage all the way down the hall, past the elevator was just so far. There were always dirty dishes, and after eating he was too full to move, and if he was in the kitchen to get something to eat he didn't want to stop and clean, so they just piled up.
Annie was always bringing things to eat, she brought the wrappers and boxes and cups. She used half the dishes. Heck, she was always buying him new clothes, no wonder his laundry was overflowing. He was keeping the place clean for her. She really should be doing her share of the work, if he was going to make the place clean for her, it really should be her place!
The phone rang.
Matt put down the cookies he was eating on his cleaning break and answered. It was Annie. She was on her way over, she was getting pizza, garlic break and cinnamon sticks.
Matt wolfed down the cookies and began rushing around to make sure the kitchen was orderly and that there would be clean plates for dinner. Before he knew it the bag of cookies were gone, the buzzer was ringing and there was still a mess in the kitchen.
Matt hurried to let her in. He managed to get dishes ready, and cleared a place on the table to put all the food Annie had, but the kitchen really was still a disaster.
When she came waddling in, he took the food from her and directed her towards the couch. It had been a month since they'd finally realised that they loved being together, eating together, being fat together, getting fatter together. In that month she had gained a lot more weight than he had, and it showed and she slowly approached the couch and awkwardly lowered herself onto it.
"You'll have to excuse the mess," Matt offered, slightly embarrassed. "I just haven't gotten around to getting it sorted out lately."
"Oh, Matt, this is nothing, my place is an absolute pig sty!"
"Really? It was very clean last time I was over there," Matt said as he began serving.
"Matt, when was the last time you were there?"
"It was..." he stopped to think about it. "Huh, I guess it's before we broke up. It can't be that bad, can it?"
"Matt, look around, this is all MY mess, isn't it? And you've been cleaning. I haven't touched anything in months!" She eagrely bit into the pizza he'd presented her.
When Matt had seen how big Annie was, he was surprised. When he'd seen how much she could eat, he was more surprised. After a month of united gluttony, her appetite seemed to be growing far faster than his own, which surprised Matt most of all.
"I don't know if I'm ever going to clean my place again," she said when her mouth was finally empty long enough to talk.
"So why don't you move in here? Surely the two of us can keep one place clean right?" Matt hadn't really meant to ask her to move in, it was only a month after they'd rekindled their relationship, and what they had was so different from before. Was he really ready for that?
"Oh, I don't even want to leave now! I'm not sure if I could." She rubbed her belly, and Matt could see the elastic waistband digging deep into her flesh.
"I'll pack up the leftovers if you want."
"Leftovers? You're not doing already are you Matt?" She gave him a hangdog look.
"Well, if I want to clean up any more, I can't, but, you go ahead, I'll go clean up my kitchen."
"Our kitchen!" She she tried to shout through her cinna-sticks.
Labels: annie, FA, ffa, fiction, matt, mutual gain, weight gain
// posted by Charlotte @ 6:12:00 PM 
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Charlotte,
I have been reading stories for nearly 10 years.I LOVE all of yours! Matt and Annie is probably my favorite by a narrow margin. If I could make a suggestio(and you seem to be open to suggestions)- If you could put some detail regarding their weights in now it would really enhance the story.I know you probably have a better handle on something realistic than just about anyone on the planet! You've lived this story and had the opportunity to observe Amy and Jason(that's his name right?) as well. just the amount of detail that you put in the story about the reporter(another favorite).Please keep up the excellent work. Matt- a Loonngg time fan.
I have been reading stories for nearly 10 years.I LOVE all of yours! Matt and Annie is probably my favorite by a narrow margin. If I could make a suggestio(and you seem to be open to suggestions)- If you could put some detail regarding their weights in now it would really enhance the story.I know you probably have a better handle on something realistic than just about anyone on the planet! You've lived this story and had the opportunity to observe Amy and Jason(that's his name right?) as well. just the amount of detail that you put in the story about the reporter(another favorite).Please keep up the excellent work. Matt- a Loonngg time fan.
# posted by 
: 10:44 PM
: 10:44 PM
Stylistic choice. Some stories revolve around numbers, some the experiences. Ellen's story involves both, I think.
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