Friday, May 30, 2008
1001 Adiposity Nights: Sheila and Basil Part One
The city was gripped with fear. An otherwise beautiful summer was being disrupted by the worst serial killings anyone had ever seen. So far 11 people had been killed, all of their bodies found, strangled, their bellies full of food, in places like bakeries and fast food restaurants.
Among the victims was the owner of a successful diet centre, a surgeon who performed weight loss surgery, an advocate for banning high calorie foods, a model known for promoting bulimia, and a few fitness instructors from local gyms. The police were completely baffled how this could happen without any evidence available.
Sheila was more terrified than most. She owned a yoga studio, and taught a range of classes, including some for those trying to lose weight or stay fit. She wasn't famous or anything, but not all the people killed had been famous either.
She always made a point of making sure she was with someone when she went to/from work. Sometimes she felt silly for it, but with every new murder discovered, she was thankful to have vigilant friends.
As the summer wore on though, her classes became emptier, she had to lay off a few instructors, and finally, she found herself alone in the evenings a few nights a week. At first she was absolutely terrified, but after a few days nothing happened. A week passed, nothing happened.
Towards the end of summer Sheila was more concerned about her business than her safety. She wasn't even covering salaries for her reduced staff, much less paying the rent and utilities. One night, she decided to walk to a nearby bar, rather than drive straight home.
Out of her peripheral vision she saw someone move in the alley as she passed by. At that moment she knew that she had made the biggest mistake of her life. Over time, of course, it turned out to be the best thing that could have happened to her and the city.
Basil moved quickly, clamping a hand over Sheila's mouth before she could scream. As she started to struggle he managed to pin her arms and pull her quietly back into the alley. Before long she was gagged, bound and in the trunk of a car.
After a long drive the car finally stopped, and the trunk opened. Sheila was blinded by the light before being administered a needle that quickly knocked her unconscious.
Sheila finally wakes up in a soft bed. She looks around, she's in a small white room. There was a solid metal door, a large mirror, probably a one way mirror she thought. There was a large soft chair, a medium sized bar fridge, a small pantry and a microwave oven. The room is clean, almost clinically so. It seemed to large and comfortable to be a jail cell, but too foreboding not to be.
Not long after taking in the room the door opens. Basil enters the room. Sheila retreats into the corner, preparing to fight.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. Not now, anyway," he smiled. "I'm Basil, and I'm making the world a better place."
"A better place? By kidnapping me?" Sheila found herself surprisingly courageous.
"Oh, it's not just you. I'm ridding the world of evil people." He sat down in the comfortable chair, a satisfied smile on his face.
"It is you. You're the killer! You think you're making the world a better place? By killing people?"
"I'm only killing the people who are evil, who bring darkness to the world, those who deserve it!" Basil's speech was well rehearsed by this point, but he relished every moment of it.
"But I don't hurt people, I help them! Make people feel better about themselves." Sheila tried not to sound too pleading. For some reason the last thing she wanted to do was beg to this monster.
"Better? Your job is to make people think they have to transform who they are! You take their money, and then make them give up their very lives! The world is so full of beauty, so full of people of different shapes and sizes. But you, you! You want a world where everyone is just tiny, feeble, anorexic, shred of a person. You won't do it. You and your kind will be stopped. People will be free to be who they want to be, fat and all."
Sheila paused, "this is because I'm not fat?"
Basil’s face went red with anger, and he spat out, "this is because you hate fat and I hate you."
Basil left the room, but quickly came back with a large steel cart, his demeanour eerily calm after the previous outburst. "You've got two choices Sheila. You can eat all this food," he pointed to the cart which was loaded with junk food, "and then I will kill you. Or, you can not eat the food, and I will kill you right away."
For the first time Sheila completely lost her nerve, she began to cry. She watched as Basil unloaded the cart into the pantry and fridge.
"You'll notice there are three colours of food containers: red, white and blue. On day one you'll eat the red food, on day two you'll eat the white food, and day three you'll eat the blue. If I find you haven't eaten the day's food, you will die." With the food put away, Basil left Sheila alone, crying in the corner.
After a few hours hiding under the covers on the bed, desperately trying to wake up from her nightmare, Sheila finally became hungry. She slowly walked over and began to look over the food. There were doughnuts, cookies, pizza, non diet pop, all kinds of food she would normally avoid. There were a few foods with redeeming nutritional values though. She laughed to herself, Basil must've bought them by accident. She ate those first.
There was nothing else for Sheila to do in the room but sit, pace, or eat. She tried sitting, she tried pacing. Finally she realised the only way to buy time was to eat the food in red containers.
At first she was repulsed by the sweet, greasy and doughy foods she had to bring to her mouth. Before long though, she did admit to herself they really did taste good. Before long she was indulging herself. There was no point in looking out for her health if she wasn't going to live!
Throughout the day she snacked and snacked. The pile of food didn't seem to diminish though. She began to panic, she didn't know how much time was left, and she wasn't sure she could eat all that food. She was already so full!
She came to her senses though, using some yoga techniques she calmed down, and managed to actually adapt some movements to help her eat past her full feeling.
No sooner was she done the last cookie than Basil came into the room, a length of rope in his gloved hands. He looked around. He saw Sheila laying back in the chair, her stomach was distended, and her eyes were glazed over. A smile danced across her lips. He took count of the empty red containers and smiled himself.
"I wasn't sure you had it in you. You're so small, and I know you probably haven't eaten that many doughnuts in your life before today. I'm glad to see you're happy too. You've got two more days." He turned and locked the door behind him.
Sheila tried to get to the bed to sleep, but she couldn't move, so she fell asleep where she sat. The chair was soft, it seemed just so perfect. Her hands were rubbing her belly, it was so full, but so comfortable.
Among the victims was the owner of a successful diet centre, a surgeon who performed weight loss surgery, an advocate for banning high calorie foods, a model known for promoting bulimia, and a few fitness instructors from local gyms. The police were completely baffled how this could happen without any evidence available.
Sheila was more terrified than most. She owned a yoga studio, and taught a range of classes, including some for those trying to lose weight or stay fit. She wasn't famous or anything, but not all the people killed had been famous either.
She always made a point of making sure she was with someone when she went to/from work. Sometimes she felt silly for it, but with every new murder discovered, she was thankful to have vigilant friends.
As the summer wore on though, her classes became emptier, she had to lay off a few instructors, and finally, she found herself alone in the evenings a few nights a week. At first she was absolutely terrified, but after a few days nothing happened. A week passed, nothing happened.
Towards the end of summer Sheila was more concerned about her business than her safety. She wasn't even covering salaries for her reduced staff, much less paying the rent and utilities. One night, she decided to walk to a nearby bar, rather than drive straight home.
Out of her peripheral vision she saw someone move in the alley as she passed by. At that moment she knew that she had made the biggest mistake of her life. Over time, of course, it turned out to be the best thing that could have happened to her and the city.
Basil moved quickly, clamping a hand over Sheila's mouth before she could scream. As she started to struggle he managed to pin her arms and pull her quietly back into the alley. Before long she was gagged, bound and in the trunk of a car.
After a long drive the car finally stopped, and the trunk opened. Sheila was blinded by the light before being administered a needle that quickly knocked her unconscious.
Sheila finally wakes up in a soft bed. She looks around, she's in a small white room. There was a solid metal door, a large mirror, probably a one way mirror she thought. There was a large soft chair, a medium sized bar fridge, a small pantry and a microwave oven. The room is clean, almost clinically so. It seemed to large and comfortable to be a jail cell, but too foreboding not to be.
Not long after taking in the room the door opens. Basil enters the room. Sheila retreats into the corner, preparing to fight.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. Not now, anyway," he smiled. "I'm Basil, and I'm making the world a better place."
"A better place? By kidnapping me?" Sheila found herself surprisingly courageous.
"Oh, it's not just you. I'm ridding the world of evil people." He sat down in the comfortable chair, a satisfied smile on his face.
"It is you. You're the killer! You think you're making the world a better place? By killing people?"
"I'm only killing the people who are evil, who bring darkness to the world, those who deserve it!" Basil's speech was well rehearsed by this point, but he relished every moment of it.
"But I don't hurt people, I help them! Make people feel better about themselves." Sheila tried not to sound too pleading. For some reason the last thing she wanted to do was beg to this monster.
"Better? Your job is to make people think they have to transform who they are! You take their money, and then make them give up their very lives! The world is so full of beauty, so full of people of different shapes and sizes. But you, you! You want a world where everyone is just tiny, feeble, anorexic, shred of a person. You won't do it. You and your kind will be stopped. People will be free to be who they want to be, fat and all."
Sheila paused, "this is because I'm not fat?"
Basil’s face went red with anger, and he spat out, "this is because you hate fat and I hate you."
Basil left the room, but quickly came back with a large steel cart, his demeanour eerily calm after the previous outburst. "You've got two choices Sheila. You can eat all this food," he pointed to the cart which was loaded with junk food, "and then I will kill you. Or, you can not eat the food, and I will kill you right away."
For the first time Sheila completely lost her nerve, she began to cry. She watched as Basil unloaded the cart into the pantry and fridge.
"You'll notice there are three colours of food containers: red, white and blue. On day one you'll eat the red food, on day two you'll eat the white food, and day three you'll eat the blue. If I find you haven't eaten the day's food, you will die." With the food put away, Basil left Sheila alone, crying in the corner.
After a few hours hiding under the covers on the bed, desperately trying to wake up from her nightmare, Sheila finally became hungry. She slowly walked over and began to look over the food. There were doughnuts, cookies, pizza, non diet pop, all kinds of food she would normally avoid. There were a few foods with redeeming nutritional values though. She laughed to herself, Basil must've bought them by accident. She ate those first.
There was nothing else for Sheila to do in the room but sit, pace, or eat. She tried sitting, she tried pacing. Finally she realised the only way to buy time was to eat the food in red containers.
At first she was repulsed by the sweet, greasy and doughy foods she had to bring to her mouth. Before long though, she did admit to herself they really did taste good. Before long she was indulging herself. There was no point in looking out for her health if she wasn't going to live!
Throughout the day she snacked and snacked. The pile of food didn't seem to diminish though. She began to panic, she didn't know how much time was left, and she wasn't sure she could eat all that food. She was already so full!
She came to her senses though, using some yoga techniques she calmed down, and managed to actually adapt some movements to help her eat past her full feeling.
No sooner was she done the last cookie than Basil came into the room, a length of rope in his gloved hands. He looked around. He saw Sheila laying back in the chair, her stomach was distended, and her eyes were glazed over. A smile danced across her lips. He took count of the empty red containers and smiled himself.
"I wasn't sure you had it in you. You're so small, and I know you probably haven't eaten that many doughnuts in your life before today. I'm glad to see you're happy too. You've got two more days." He turned and locked the door behind him.
Sheila tried to get to the bed to sleep, but she couldn't move, so she fell asleep where she sat. The chair was soft, it seemed just so perfect. Her hands were rubbing her belly, it was so full, but so comfortable.
Labels: Adiposity Nights, Basil, fiction, Part One, Sheila
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Long Lost Update
Okay, it's not really lost. It's not even going to be long either. It IS an update though!
London is doing it's damndest to get from winter into summer. Spring seems to be a bit of an oversight this year, it's either blazing hot, or freezing, neither of which really appeal to me.
At least the park is green and free of snow! I've been doing lots of walking in the park, in addition to swimming and weights. I'm feeling fantastic. I've lost about 70 pounds since last fall, and I do feel like a different person. Sometimes I forget that at 447 pounds, I'm still quite large!
Ian's own weight loss continues. He's got more time now that things at work have settled down he's got time to hit the gym more seriously. He's about 320 pounds now, and a lot of it is muscle!
Life has been routine. Ian's work has settled some issues they had, so he's at home a lot more now, which is nice for everyone. We're looking at houses, again. It's nicer in the spring, you get a better idea of how the house really looks when the garden is alive. People fix their houses up in the spring, everyone sells houses in the spring, I'm having more fun looking than anything else.
London is doing it's damndest to get from winter into summer. Spring seems to be a bit of an oversight this year, it's either blazing hot, or freezing, neither of which really appeal to me.
At least the park is green and free of snow! I've been doing lots of walking in the park, in addition to swimming and weights. I'm feeling fantastic. I've lost about 70 pounds since last fall, and I do feel like a different person. Sometimes I forget that at 447 pounds, I'm still quite large!
Ian's own weight loss continues. He's got more time now that things at work have settled down he's got time to hit the gym more seriously. He's about 320 pounds now, and a lot of it is muscle!
Life has been routine. Ian's work has settled some issues they had, so he's at home a lot more now, which is nice for everyone. We're looking at houses, again. It's nicer in the spring, you get a better idea of how the house really looks when the garden is alive. People fix their houses up in the spring, everyone sells houses in the spring, I'm having more fun looking than anything else.
Labels: Char, diary, Ian, weigh in, weight loss
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Karen and Michael: A Twist
After her tiny roommates had finished tarting themselves up and headed out for their Friday night dancing, Karen took over the kitchen. She had been comfortable over eating in front of them for a while now, but she still liked to have the place to herself when putting together a truly spectacular meal.
Her Friday feasts were becoming bigger and bigger, she could feel that she was getting close to the size that Michael would finally appreciate. She'd also noticed that Andrea was having more and more trouble dancing. Karen would be ready!
Just as she finally sat down to eat, Sophie, one of her roommates came into the kitchen. Sophie had seen Karen eating her big meals a few times before, but this was the first time she'd come in on a Friday night. Karen stopped and stared for a moment, not sure what to say. Finally she invited Sophie to sit down.
Sophie had twisted her ankle earlier at the gym, and was going to keep off it for the night to see if it felt any better in the morning. She hated not going dancing with the girls, but she couldn't remember the last time she'd had a real sit down dinner either.
Karen and Sophie chatted as they ate the food that Karen had prepared. Karen was a little upset that Sophie was eating her food, but Karen enjoyed having company for a change, she just wasn't popular among her roommates any more.
Sophie went to the hospital the next day and found out that her twisted ankle was a serious sprain, and she'd have to stay off it for a month or so.
Friday night became an informal dinner night for the two girls. Karen would whip up a large dinner for the two of them to share while they talked about their week. Outside of Friday night Sophie ignored Karen as any of the other girls did, but that was fine by Karen, she understood peer pressure.
As Sophie's ankle regained its strength Karen was worried she would lose her friend again. Luckily this coincided with Karen eclipsing Andrea for Michael's attention. Karen was happy that she could now spend Friday with Michael rather than Sophie!
***
Karen loved showing up early at the club on Thursdays. Tim, the bartender, always had a table setup for her with a huge dinner. While the staff got the club ready for the evening she'd eat up, and Tim would come by to chat when he had a few spare moments.
By the time she was finally done eating the club was alive with music and dancing. People were drinking, eating, and having a great time. Everyone always kept an eye on her, looking forward to when she would finally get up and dance.
Finally finished eating, Karen slowly made her way up to the risers to dance. She was so full, she had to move carefully. Ideally she wouldn't be so full when she ate, but she found that if she didn't eat enough before dancing, she was more focused on what others were eating rather than her dancing. Being full was a problem when she danced, but being hungry was a bigger problem. She took her time ascending the steps. She was used to going slowly now, if she tried to hard she'd wear herself out before dancing.
When Karen was finally in position she began to dance lightly. Her body needed time to warm up now. If she tried too hard too quickly, she would tire out too quickly, or even lose her balance, as she was always somewhat larger than last week, and it took time to adjust.
There were times Karen couldn't believe that someone her size could dance, much less put on the spectacular show that riveted everyone's attention. But while dancing she was always aware of the ever growing Melissa, and the recently shrunk Andrea who were ready to take her dancing crown at a moment's misstep. Karen always had Michael's attention when her dance was in full fling, but his attention wandered while she warmed up, or if she had to stop dancing before the other girls.
Just as Karen reached the point she knew she couldn't go on, she took a peek at Melissa and Andrea. Their smiles had faded too, even if they weren't stopping yet, they would shortly. Karen slowed down and gently lowered herself from the riser, her heart pounding and her breath heaving.
As she approached Michael's table she realised he had someone sitting with him. It was Sophie!
Karen blurted out, "Sophie? What are you doing here? You're not fat!"
Sophie smiled to Karen, then smiled at Michael, "Maybe not compared to you, twinkle toes, but I've been stealing your clothes for a month now."
Sophie stood up and twisted around. The clothes were pretty tight on her, and, now that she looked, Karen realised that Sophie had gained quite a bit of weight. She also noticed that Michael was noticing Sophie's weight.
Her Friday feasts were becoming bigger and bigger, she could feel that she was getting close to the size that Michael would finally appreciate. She'd also noticed that Andrea was having more and more trouble dancing. Karen would be ready!
Just as she finally sat down to eat, Sophie, one of her roommates came into the kitchen. Sophie had seen Karen eating her big meals a few times before, but this was the first time she'd come in on a Friday night. Karen stopped and stared for a moment, not sure what to say. Finally she invited Sophie to sit down.
Sophie had twisted her ankle earlier at the gym, and was going to keep off it for the night to see if it felt any better in the morning. She hated not going dancing with the girls, but she couldn't remember the last time she'd had a real sit down dinner either.
Karen and Sophie chatted as they ate the food that Karen had prepared. Karen was a little upset that Sophie was eating her food, but Karen enjoyed having company for a change, she just wasn't popular among her roommates any more.
Sophie went to the hospital the next day and found out that her twisted ankle was a serious sprain, and she'd have to stay off it for a month or so.
Friday night became an informal dinner night for the two girls. Karen would whip up a large dinner for the two of them to share while they talked about their week. Outside of Friday night Sophie ignored Karen as any of the other girls did, but that was fine by Karen, she understood peer pressure.
As Sophie's ankle regained its strength Karen was worried she would lose her friend again. Luckily this coincided with Karen eclipsing Andrea for Michael's attention. Karen was happy that she could now spend Friday with Michael rather than Sophie!
***
Karen loved showing up early at the club on Thursdays. Tim, the bartender, always had a table setup for her with a huge dinner. While the staff got the club ready for the evening she'd eat up, and Tim would come by to chat when he had a few spare moments.
By the time she was finally done eating the club was alive with music and dancing. People were drinking, eating, and having a great time. Everyone always kept an eye on her, looking forward to when she would finally get up and dance.
Finally finished eating, Karen slowly made her way up to the risers to dance. She was so full, she had to move carefully. Ideally she wouldn't be so full when she ate, but she found that if she didn't eat enough before dancing, she was more focused on what others were eating rather than her dancing. Being full was a problem when she danced, but being hungry was a bigger problem. She took her time ascending the steps. She was used to going slowly now, if she tried to hard she'd wear herself out before dancing.
When Karen was finally in position she began to dance lightly. Her body needed time to warm up now. If she tried too hard too quickly, she would tire out too quickly, or even lose her balance, as she was always somewhat larger than last week, and it took time to adjust.
There were times Karen couldn't believe that someone her size could dance, much less put on the spectacular show that riveted everyone's attention. But while dancing she was always aware of the ever growing Melissa, and the recently shrunk Andrea who were ready to take her dancing crown at a moment's misstep. Karen always had Michael's attention when her dance was in full fling, but his attention wandered while she warmed up, or if she had to stop dancing before the other girls.
Just as Karen reached the point she knew she couldn't go on, she took a peek at Melissa and Andrea. Their smiles had faded too, even if they weren't stopping yet, they would shortly. Karen slowed down and gently lowered herself from the riser, her heart pounding and her breath heaving.
As she approached Michael's table she realised he had someone sitting with him. It was Sophie!
Karen blurted out, "Sophie? What are you doing here? You're not fat!"
Sophie smiled to Karen, then smiled at Michael, "Maybe not compared to you, twinkle toes, but I've been stealing your clothes for a month now."
Sophie stood up and twisted around. The clothes were pretty tight on her, and, now that she looked, Karen realised that Sophie had gained quite a bit of weight. She also noticed that Michael was noticing Sophie's weight.
Labels: ffa, fiction, Karen, Michael, weight gain
Friday, May 02, 2008
Matt and Annie: Back to Basics
Matt woke up early. He looked over at the alarm clock, he still had an hour to sleep. A moment after closing his eyes to go back to sleep he realised why he'd woken up: he could smell bacon!
Without even looking Matt could tell Annie wasn't in the bed. The mattress just wasn't squished enough. She was making herself another big breakfast.
Matt closed his eyes again, he wanted a little more sleep. It was only a moment before he realised that he wanted bacon too much to go back to sleep now. He slowly turned to get up. In the month since Annie had moved in he'd gained weight faster than ever, and was still getting used to getting his growing body out of bed each morning.
He smiled when he got to the kitchen. The table was overflowing with food. Annie was seated at the stove tending some bacon. She turned and smiled at him as she got to her feet. She was wearing a bedsheet as a sort of apron/toga. She'd been wearing it for a couple of weeks now, but Matt was still taken aback by how big she seemed to be in it.
"Looks like you're going to have a big breakfast," he said as he dropped into his chair.
"Correction my love," she slowly brought over the pan of bacon to add to the pile in front of him, "YOU'RE going to have a big breakfast this morning."
"You think I'm going to eat all this?" Matt surveyed the table, he'd never eaten so much in his life, though he'd gotten over the last few months.
As she loaded up his plate with bacon, eggs, ham and hashbrowns she reassured him, "Oh, yes, you're going to eat it all."
Matt laughed a little, "I don't even think you can eat this much!"
Annie glared at him, "This isn't about me, my little man, it's about you. For too long I've sat back and just wished you'd gain some weight. I've finally decided to do something about it."
Matt wanted to argue, but he couldn't resist the bacon any more. He ate the first plate of food quickly, wanting to make room for the pancakes he'd spotted. As Annie drenched the flapjacks in maple syrup he spoke up again, "Gain weight? I've gained plenty of weight. Sure it might not be as much as you've gained..."
Annie cut him off, "I already said, this isn't about me, it's about you. If you think I'm fat now, just wait to see how big you're going to get."
Again Matt was too preoccupied with cleaning his plate to say anything else. Annie added another heap of bacon, eggs and toast to his plate. "I'm never going to finish this before it's time to head to work."
"If that happens, you'll be late for work. But I have faith in you honey. I know you can do it."
More pancakes and Matt was already starting to feel full. He looked out at the table and realised that there wasn't really as much food as he'd thought. He still wasn't sure he'd finish it off, but maybe...
An hour later the dishes were empty and Matt was full. The alarm went off in their bedroom. Annie headed down the hall, "don't worry, I'll get it".
Matt laughed, "like there's any possible way for me to get it. I can't move!"
"Trust me," Annie called out, waddling back into the kitchen, "I know exactly how you feel." She started cooking up some more bacon and eggs.
"Oh Annie! I can't eat another bite, I really can't. I can't even believe I ate what I did."
"This time it really is about me, I'm making MY breakfast now."
Matt watched as the table refilled with just as much food as was there before, and then Annie sat down and managed to eat as much as he had in half the time. "Time to get ready to go," she announced, looking at the clock.
Matt struggled to his feet, still uncomfortably full. Annie seemed to spring to her feet and bound down the hall as she got ready for the day.
When Matt got home from work that evening, pizza boxes were stacked and waiting for him. "There's no way that's enough for both of us," he said, looking the stack up and down.
Annie smiled patiently, "they're all for you lover boy. Eat up!"
Once again Matt managed to eat through more food than he thought possible.
Once again, Annie followed it up with her own tremendous meal.
In fact, this continued through the week. Though he didn't realise it, Matt was eating bigger and bigger meals each time he sat down to what Annie had prepared him. He was eating quicker, as his body became used to processing the vast amounts he was consuming, and he was eating longer, as Annie continued to increase his calorie counts.
When Matt finished breakfast on Saturday morning, Annie noticed he had a somewhat expectant look on his face, "what can I do for you baby?"
Matt was a little befuddled, "I, um, isn't there any more? I'm still hungry."
"Still hungry? Oh baby! I've been waiting for months to hear you say that!" She went right to work making up some more bacon and eggs for him. By lunch time he was hardly done breakfast. Dinner time followed closely after lunch and he was snacking right up until bed time.
At least, it would have been bed time if he could have moved, but he was fast asleep on the couch
Without even looking Matt could tell Annie wasn't in the bed. The mattress just wasn't squished enough. She was making herself another big breakfast.
Matt closed his eyes again, he wanted a little more sleep. It was only a moment before he realised that he wanted bacon too much to go back to sleep now. He slowly turned to get up. In the month since Annie had moved in he'd gained weight faster than ever, and was still getting used to getting his growing body out of bed each morning.
He smiled when he got to the kitchen. The table was overflowing with food. Annie was seated at the stove tending some bacon. She turned and smiled at him as she got to her feet. She was wearing a bedsheet as a sort of apron/toga. She'd been wearing it for a couple of weeks now, but Matt was still taken aback by how big she seemed to be in it.
"Looks like you're going to have a big breakfast," he said as he dropped into his chair.
"Correction my love," she slowly brought over the pan of bacon to add to the pile in front of him, "YOU'RE going to have a big breakfast this morning."
"You think I'm going to eat all this?" Matt surveyed the table, he'd never eaten so much in his life, though he'd gotten over the last few months.
As she loaded up his plate with bacon, eggs, ham and hashbrowns she reassured him, "Oh, yes, you're going to eat it all."
Matt laughed a little, "I don't even think you can eat this much!"
Annie glared at him, "This isn't about me, my little man, it's about you. For too long I've sat back and just wished you'd gain some weight. I've finally decided to do something about it."
Matt wanted to argue, but he couldn't resist the bacon any more. He ate the first plate of food quickly, wanting to make room for the pancakes he'd spotted. As Annie drenched the flapjacks in maple syrup he spoke up again, "Gain weight? I've gained plenty of weight. Sure it might not be as much as you've gained..."
Annie cut him off, "I already said, this isn't about me, it's about you. If you think I'm fat now, just wait to see how big you're going to get."
Again Matt was too preoccupied with cleaning his plate to say anything else. Annie added another heap of bacon, eggs and toast to his plate. "I'm never going to finish this before it's time to head to work."
"If that happens, you'll be late for work. But I have faith in you honey. I know you can do it."
More pancakes and Matt was already starting to feel full. He looked out at the table and realised that there wasn't really as much food as he'd thought. He still wasn't sure he'd finish it off, but maybe...
An hour later the dishes were empty and Matt was full. The alarm went off in their bedroom. Annie headed down the hall, "don't worry, I'll get it".
Matt laughed, "like there's any possible way for me to get it. I can't move!"
"Trust me," Annie called out, waddling back into the kitchen, "I know exactly how you feel." She started cooking up some more bacon and eggs.
"Oh Annie! I can't eat another bite, I really can't. I can't even believe I ate what I did."
"This time it really is about me, I'm making MY breakfast now."
Matt watched as the table refilled with just as much food as was there before, and then Annie sat down and managed to eat as much as he had in half the time. "Time to get ready to go," she announced, looking at the clock.
Matt struggled to his feet, still uncomfortably full. Annie seemed to spring to her feet and bound down the hall as she got ready for the day.
When Matt got home from work that evening, pizza boxes were stacked and waiting for him. "There's no way that's enough for both of us," he said, looking the stack up and down.
Annie smiled patiently, "they're all for you lover boy. Eat up!"
Once again Matt managed to eat through more food than he thought possible.
Once again, Annie followed it up with her own tremendous meal.
In fact, this continued through the week. Though he didn't realise it, Matt was eating bigger and bigger meals each time he sat down to what Annie had prepared him. He was eating quicker, as his body became used to processing the vast amounts he was consuming, and he was eating longer, as Annie continued to increase his calorie counts.
When Matt finished breakfast on Saturday morning, Annie noticed he had a somewhat expectant look on his face, "what can I do for you baby?"
Matt was a little befuddled, "I, um, isn't there any more? I'm still hungry."
"Still hungry? Oh baby! I've been waiting for months to hear you say that!" She went right to work making up some more bacon and eggs for him. By lunch time he was hardly done breakfast. Dinner time followed closely after lunch and he was snacking right up until bed time.
At least, it would have been bed time if he could have moved, but he was fast asleep on the couch
Labels: annie, FA, ffa, fiction, matt, weight gain
