BBW The Story of Geoff Franks, Senior Accountant and Sin of Gluttony

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    The Story of Geoff Franks - Senior Accountant and Sin of Gluttony
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    In a rundown part of town, in an unassuming church, in a nearly unused basement, six people gather. They unstack chairs from the rows along the back wall and arrange them in disorganized circle. They perform their well-worn dance with small sad steps. Each somehow looks worse than the person next to them. They ooze hopelessness and failure.

    “Where is, what is he going by now?” A middle-aged man with a buzzcut and short sleeve shirt asks the room.

    “Sam, he calls himself Sam.” A woman slathered in make-up, wearing worn-out six-inch heels and a faded black skirt replies.

    “Oh yeah,” the man sets up a seventh chair, “Where is Sam?”

    “Late,” a balding, slightly overweight man setting out doughnuts explains, “He’s late, like always. And when he gets here, he’ll make a joke like, ‘What did you expect? I’m lazy!’”

    “That shit wasn’t funny 100 years ago.” A black man in thread-bare suit snorts.

    “When was the last time anything ‘funny’ happened here?” the man with the doughnuts answers, staring at the untouched box, a look of defeat painted across his face. “No one touched the doughnuts.” He mumbles.

    “Jesus,” a woman holding an old iPhone trying to take a selfie exclaims. She marches over to the treats and slams her hands into the box. “They’ve been touched! Are you happy? Wouldn’t have mattered if we ate them all and begged for more. Our reverence is worthless to one another. You know that.”

    “I know,” the man stares at his shoes. “I just thought… It doesn’t matter I guess.” He throws the box in the trash and joins the others in the circle.

    “Who wants to start?” The black man asks.

    “I’ll go first.” Replies the woman in the heels.

    “What about Sam?” Ask the man with the buzzcut.

    “Fuck him. I’m tired of waiting… always waiting.” The woman explains as she stands up. The woman stands up and address the room, “My name, currently, is Luna Love.” The other’s groan at her current moniker. “Oh, like you guys thought of anything better.” She spits at them; the anger fills her mouth. The man with the buzzcut shoulders seems to swell for a second before he deflates back into his chair.

    “As I was saying, I’m currently going by Luna Love. I guess the good news is I got a job this week, dancing.” That news draws a few half-hearted claps from the others. “It’s at a club down by the docks,” she continues, “It is the sleaziest, nastiest club I have ever had to work at, and the manager said I was ‘already on thin ice’ when he hired me.” Luna takes a deep breath and continues.

    “Last night I was on stage doing my thing for this piece of shit seating near the stage. I’m thinking he’s into it so I’m working it as hard as I can in front of him. You know, hoping it might lead to some reverence or at least a complement. Something… anything really…” Luna pauses and sighs.

    “I try to sort of slide my head into his lap and that’s when I see it. He’s watching porn on his phone!” The room groans and commiserates with her. “How the fuck am I supposed to compete with that?” Luna’s eyes moisten and her thick mascara starts to run. “What I wouldn’t give for a good old fashion Inquisition! You know, something that made sex and lust taboo again. What good is the personification of Lust in a world with a constant boner?”

    “That sucks.” The balding man replies.

    “Remember during the 1st Crusade!” Luna can feel herself getting worked up, “I literally got my dick sucked by the pope in St. Peter’s! It was an amazing party. Gluttony was there!” The bald man nods and Luna continues, “Everyone was so repressed! Even showing a nipple was enough to bring adoration and reverence pouring down on me. Now I can’t get a slime bag longshore man to look up from his phone.” Luna wipes the tears from her eyes as she sits down.

    “Whose next?” Asks the black man.

    “I’ll go,” the portly middle-aged man stands, “I’m currently Geoff Franks. I’m still at Initech in the accounting office. It sucks and I hate it, but I can afford rent so… hooray I guess.” Franks gives a half-assed fist pump. As he does the seventh man enters the basement. He looks like a hipster douche bag with sleepy eyes and bad morning breath. “Sorry, I overslept.” He explains, “But, hey, what can you expect! I’m like a sloth sometimes!”

    No one laughs.

    “You interrupted Mark,” Luna stares at Sam.

    “I’m Geoff.” Geoff answers. “Anyways, so I still have my job and I hate it. I have resorted to bringing treats to the office and then standing near them so someone might thank me for them. It’s so pathetic.” Geoff shakes his head.

    Buzzcuts pats Geoff’s hand and says, “It’s a good idea. It could work.”

    “It MIGHT HAVE worked,” Geoff continues, “But that bitch, Sherri from software came by and threw them in the trash, right in front of me. Five minutes later HR sends around an email asking people not to bring unhealthy snacks to the office except for special occasions like birthdays. Fucking bitch!” Geoff takes a few breaths to settle himself while the rest of the room chatters about what a bitch Sherri is. “What happened to everything?” Geoff continues. “Remember when rich people were proud to be fat? Now rich people are thin and poor people are fat and they hate it. I wish Sultan Ahmed the Second was still around, that glorious fat fuck. Oh, how he loved to over indulged.”

    The room agrees. The Sultan had been popular with all the Sins. He somehow managed to be violent and lazy at the same time. Lustful and gluttonous in the same breath. He had been a great source of reverence and praise when he lived, but that was a long time ago.

    “Everyone has so much now.” Geoff continued, “No one knows the pleasure, the guilt, of taking too much. Back when most people starved, and you stuck that extra bit of bread. Nothing has ever tasted better than that. I miss it so much. I just want to find one person who understands the pleasure of excess.” And with his speech done Geoff slumped back into his chair, nearly despondent.

    After Geoff, the woman with the old iPhone stood up, “First off, Geoff I’m sorry I ruined your doughnuts. It was a dick move.”

    “It’s okay,” Geoff replied with his best impression of a smile.

    “Okay, so I’m currently known as Valerie Masters.” The woman explained before making a “duck face” pose and clicking a selfie. “I’m a social influencer, or at least I want to be.” Valerie explained. “I currently have seven followers…” Valerie’s phone makes a buzz sound that distracted her for a second. She checked her phone with a sour expression, “So I have six followers. I don’t understand any of this shit. I’m Vanity, this should be my time to shine and I’m rusting. Self-love used to be so taboo, only dicked head artist who actually made great works of art felt comfortable bragging. Well, them and my people. Now the ‘Catch Me Outside’ girl gets an album and TV show. What happened to shame? Without shame, the sin of Vanity is worthless.”

    And so on and so on. One after another the Seven Deadly Sins of old stand and tell their sob stories. Wrath couldn’t generate reverence because, despite everyone being angry, they mostly funneled that rage at 4-chan and Reddit. They take no risk with it. Pride couldn’t gain a foothold with anyone because everyone has grown up thinking they deserve to feel pride constantly. Each Sin found themselves sliding toward total irrelevance with no way to stop it.
     
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    At 10am an email came around that his section had a new hire and they would be talking the newbie out to lunch to welcome her. The thought of another salad eating, gym routine chatting co-worker was almost enough to push him over the edge. But he swallowed his pain and waited for lunch.

    Geoff was pleasantly surprised when the new fire turned out to be a slightly portly woman named Lisa. Lisa was in her late twenties with dark hair and pleasant smile. She had thick hips and slight belly. Geoff dared to hope the woman might enjoy the occasional treat. He just had to win her over before that bitch Sherri got her claws into her. If Lisa joined diet club Geoff knew all would be lost.

    The team, all eight people including Lisa, went to a nearby Apple Bee’s for lunch. It was their most common team lunch spot due to its close proximity to work and the teams total lack of originality. Geoff could feel his hopes dim as each woman order a salad, ‘dressing on the side’. “This is hopeless.” He thought to himself.

    But then a ray of light broke through the clouds. Lisa ordered a burger with fries and a diet a coke. “Oh, God bless you.” Geoff thought to himself. He had to force himself to stay seated instead of charging over to hug chunky Lisa. “There might be hope yet!” Geoff whispered to himself.

    “I’ll have the same,” he ordered as he smiled at Lisa.

    Lisa returned his smile for a second before turning her head to respond to a question from the other end of the table. “Dial it back big guy,” Geoff told himself, “We don’t want to freak her out.”

    The accounting team ate their lunch and made boring small talk. When the meal was done the waitress returned and asked if anyone wants dessert. Geoff nearly jumped out his chair when Lisa said, “I do but if no one is willing to share with me I can hold off.”

    “I’ll split something.” Geoff replied, trying to seem calm, but the team’s manager said they had better get back to work.

    Back at his desk Geoff felt hopeful for the first time since Carter administration. While he worked, he tried to plan his next step. He was so lost in thought at first he didn’t see an email from Lisa. When he did finally notice it, he was elated to read her message, “I’m glad someone else likes dessert here. We should go grab a bite after work. I know a great place.” Lisa wrote.

    “Sounds fun ,” Geoff replied.

    “Why did I do an emoji?” Geoff felt so stupid after he hit send. “What do those even mean?”

    Luckily, Lisa responded almost immediately, “see you at 5:30.”
     
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    At 5:25pm Geoff was waiting in just outside Initech’s front entrance. He paced back and forth, checking his watch ever few seconds. He was so close. If this fell apart, he didn’t think he could survive it. “Just eat a little extra dessert please!” he prayed to himself.

    By 5:32 Geoff feels the anguish of failure washing over him. He had been so close and some how blown it. “Damn it, you idiot!” he cursed himself for having hope.

    “There you are Geoff!” a voice behind him made him swing around. There was Lisa walking out the front door. “I was waiting inside for you.”

    “My bad,” Geoff did his best to seem cool and relaxed as his heart pounded in his chest. “So, desserts?”

    Lisa gave him a big smile and said, “I’m so glad someone else in this office likes sweets. I was worried this would be another ‘diet club’ nightmare office.”

    “Sadly,” Geoff joined her as they walked towards the parking lot. “There are a few people like that in our office. But I won’t tell if you don’t. This can be our little secret.”

    “Oh, a secret. How fun!” Lisa laughed. “Have you been to Café Decadence yet? They make the most sinful little desserts!”

    “I haven’t it.” Geoff replied, ‘’But you are talking my language.”

    “It is styled after those adorable little French cafes. It’s on N Main at 23rd. It’s right by my apartment. You can’t miss it. I’ll meet you there?”

    “Sounds good!” Geoff smile as he left Lisa at her blue Nissan. As Geoff walked to his car, he found himself adding little dance steps to his gait. It had been more than 50 years since he felt so excited. His decline had begun in the 70’s when everyone switched from food to cocaine.

    As Geoff drove, he had to remind himself to breath and not to speed. He would never forgive himself if he missed his first actual chance at reverence in four decades because of a speeding ticket he couldn’t afford to pay. When he arrived at Cade Decadence, he found Lisa waiting for him at a small table near the back. The layout was nearly perfect for Geoff’s needs. There were only about six other customers in the place, and they sat near the front. Lisa and Geoff were not on the path to the restrooms. They’d be mostly forgot and unseen. It wasn’t a temple or vomitorium, but he’d take what he could get.

    “Over here,” Lisa waved to Geoff, as if he could miss her. “I ordered us Mexican Hot Chocolate to start. I hope that’s okay?”

    “That’s perfect.” Geoff sat down next Lisa, so they were both facing towards the entrance of the café. “Better for people watching.” He explained and Lisa laughed her agreement.

    “I love Mexican hot chocolate. Those spice mixed with sweet cream of the chocolate, perfection.” Geoff smiled.

    “I’m so glad to hear you say that.” Lisa agreed as she handed Geoff a menu.

    “I have an idea,” he looked the menu over quickly, “and you tell me if this is crazy, but I think we should do a cake tasting. We order a slice from, say, five different cakes.”

    “Oh, you are such a bad influence.” Lisa slapped him on the leg. “You are going to blow my diet all to hell but how can I say no? You used the magic word, ‘Cake!’”

    “You have no idea!” Geoff laughed and flag the waitress down and placed their order; a slice of German chocolate cake, strawberry cream cake, mocha cheesecake, carrot cake, and straight-up chocolate cake.

    “An excellent selection,” Lisa laughed as they sipped their hot chocolates. “I swear, I can almost feel myself getting fatter. I know better but sometimes I just can’t help myself.”
     
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    face I haven’t seen in a long time.” Geoff smiled before returning to Lisa.

    “Everything okay?” Lisa asked as he sat down.

    “Better than I have been in a long time.” Geoff laughed. “And her comes our good friend!”

    The waitress turned with the cakes and placed them on the table. “Anything else?”

    “Why not refills on the hot chocolate?” Geoff offered.

    “I shouldn’t,” Lisa sighed, “But the diet is blown for today so why not enjoy it!”

    “That’s the spirit!” Geoff smiled as he took a small forkful of the cheesecake. “Diets can wait till tomorrow, tomorrow is always the best time for a diet!”

    “Agreed,” Lisa laughed and took a forkful of German chocolate cake and held her fork up toward Geoff, “To tomorrow’s diet!” she laughed, and they clinked their forks together and ate their cake.

    The wave of power stuck Gluttony in his midsection the second the cake hit Lisa’s lips. “Oh, that is so delicious! You have to have some!” Lisa moaned in delight. “They did not skip on the butter in that!”

    “No, they did not!” Geoff laughed. As he took another small fork full of cake but this time, he didn’t eat it. Instead he just held it and watched as Lisa helped herself to a massive bite of the strawberry cake. “Hmmmm,” she moaned again, “That’s even better.”

    “Oh, it is fantastic,” Gluttony agreed, “Such a sweet little treat. A wonder of excess and cream isn’t it?”

    “Oh yes,” Lisa agreed, “This might be the best cake I have ever had.”

    “Try the cheesecake,” Gluttony whispered in Lisa’s ear, “It is whipped to perfection. A bite of caloric heaven.”

    “I shouldn’t,” Lisa replied, her eyes nearly closed as she lifts the large forkful of cheesecake to her mouth, “I shouldn’t but I just can’t help myself. It’s all so… hmmm… perfect.”

    With each mouthful Gluttony could feel Lisa’s reverence for overindulgence wash over him. As discreetly as possible he switched his phone to selfie mode and examined his face. The camera’s eye should him a face he had long forgotten, a face worthy of Greek sculpture. “Yes, Lisa,” Gluttony set his phone back down and returned his attention to his supplicant, “This is perfect, just perfect. Have you tried the carrot cake? Still warm from the oven, moist and tangy, with just a hint of a crunch from the nuts.”

    “I love nuts,” Lisa agreed as she scoped up a quarter of the carrot cake and brought it to her mouth. “Wow,” Lisa moaned as she chewed, “I’m not going to fit in my pants tomorrow if I keep this up.”

    “But it’s worth it, isn’t it, Lisa?” Gluttony whisper in her ear found a pleasing rythme. “Tomorrow is 1,000 years away. The flavors your tasting is in the now. How can you have ‘too much’ perfection?”

    “I… I… shouldn’t… I’m so chunky already.” Lisa took a bite of the chocolate cake. “I’m tired of being ‘the fat friend’.”

    “Are you tired of being the ‘fat girl’?” Gluttony's words became music in Lisa’s ears. A warm and familiar song a mother might sing to scared child. “Or, are you tired of feeling bad for being the ‘fat friend’?”

    “I… don’t… it’s all so… good…. Maybe a little more…” Lisa mumbled almost unaware that she had scoped up almost half of the remaining cheesecake and began to shove it her mouth.

    “Oh Lisa,” Gluttony's song was a warm lullaby, “You are the head waters, the rushing current. All those people telling you what you should be, telling you to change. You didn’t want to disappoint them, but you were so so so so hungry. I see it all. Your whole life is laid bare to me in your reverence.”

    Lisa could only moan as she ate. “Did we order tiramisu?” She wondered as her fork broke the surface of the treat.
     
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    “Lisa, Lisa, Lisa,” Gluttony’s song tickled her last ounce of resistance. “You mom worked so hard to keep you thin! And you always disappointed her, didn’t you?”

    “I tried…” Lisa tired to explain as she took a bite of the pecan pie in front of her. “I just… I failed.”

    “That’s right my poor portly Lisa,” Gluttony’s song changed, it ran down Lisa’s spin like the memory of a bad dream. “She put a padlock on the fridge to keep you thin, but it didn’t help, did it? You always found away to fill that greedy belly. And the shame, the wonderous shame, you felt. Sitting in your room, stuffing your face, dreading your next weigh-in. You knew she’d be furious and still you stuffed yourself. No need to lie to me, I see it all.”

    “Yes,” Lisa agreed, tears began to drip from her nearly closed eyes. The shame and humiliation of the memories nearly dripped from Lisa’s skin it was so raw and near the surface now.

    “My poor Lisa,” Gluttony’s song changed. The tune became hopeful. It warmed her emptiness just like her binges used to. “I’m here for you know. I’ll give you the relief you seek. Relief is just a mouthful away. Chase it with me. If we eat enough, we’ll find happiness at the bottom of one these plates, won’t we?”

    “Yes,” Lisa agreed, “happiness.” She mumbled between bites of brownie.

    “All those failures can be forgotten in these desserts.” Gluttonies song sounded of Spring after a rain, when the birds started to sing again, and rainbows can be found in each drop of water left behind.

    “I want to forget,” Lisa agreed. Her pace increased as she pushed cookies into her open orifice.



    Anyone who happened to walk by Café Decadence would have been treated to an almost unimaginable sight. The café’s customers stuffed themselves from plates that never seemed to stay empty. The waitress had crawled into the display case and was gorging on eclairs. In the back the chef emptied endless frosting pipets strait into his mouth.

    Gluttony knew being so obvious with his powers was terribly dangerous. If someone escaped his grasp or an outsider intervened everything could be lost. At best he’d have to reinvent his identity and start his life over. At worst other Constructs might become aware of his actions. The last thing he needed to do was run afoul of Pestilence or that asshole, Time. Wrath had pissed off Time once and ended up caught in some sort of nightmare loop for a billion years, and while only a blink in this realm, it still made that angry fuck break into tears when Wrath thought about it.

    He just couldn’t help himself. Gluttony had spent so long toiling in misery, touching even a portion of his powers, even for a few minutes was too much temptation for him. He had allowed his song to leak out across the café. It would seem that Café Decadence had attracted his sort of his people and while none could hold a candle to the greed and guilt that rushed from Lisa, they all had their secrets.

    The waitress’s song sang of the unfairness of always having to serve others. The man near the door felt slighted by a world that told him he was only worthy of love if he was thin. His song promised him a harem of woman worshiping his massive belly. His date’s tune was a Greek choir of gym ‘friends’ highlighting all the weight she could never loss despite her state of near constant starvation. The others in the café heard similar songs guiding them deeper into overindulgence.

    But Lisa was perfect. Her greed ran deeper than most anyone Gluttony had met since the Sultan. Lisa was torn between a deep, nearly uncontrollable, desire for obesity and the shame those desires brought. With time Gluttony could make Lisa his milk cow, leaking reverence from her swelling form. Gluttony watched as Lisa grab a handful of birthday cake and wedge into her swelling gut. While the other’s under Gluttony’s thrall sported bloated bellies, their stomachs could still pass for normal overeating. Lisa was not so lucky. She had held Gluttony’s focus far longer and far more passionately.

    Her belly had already swollen beyond the circumference of a large yoga ball and showed no signs of slowing. Her skirt had already ripped, leaving her pink flesh exposed. The skin of belly showed hints of red, having been stretched so far, with only Gluttony’s magic keeping her safe from harm.

    “Okay,” Gluttony sighed, “Enough fun for now.”
     
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    Lisa mouth was so full of cake she looked like some sort of cartoon chipmunk. In Lisa’s head Gluttony’s song still sang of the relief and happiness that might be in the next bite. As she moved for another handful the music changed again, “How could you have done this to yourself?” it asked her. The tune in her head now sounded like the cold breeze in fall. It cut to her bone and left her with the chills. “What sort of person eats like this?” it asked her, “How could you do this to yourself?” Waves of shame washed over Lisa as she stared blankly at her cake covered hands. She wanted to vomit she felt so miserable, “What have I done?” she moaned.

    Gluttony’s song slid over her bloated form. “You’ll never loss this gut now.” It teased her. “What would your mother say if she could see you now?” it laughed in her ear. A jangly nursery rhyme played in her ears, “Little Lisa lost control, now so fat she can roll.” The song reverberated in her head. Tears filled Lisa’s eyes again.

    “It’s okay,” Geoff whispered to her, “Let’s get you home.”

    Geoff helped Lisa back to standing, draping a table cloth over her exposed lower half. While Geoff aided Lisa out of the Café the rest of the patrons began to awake from the thrall of Gluttony’s song. They clutched painful bellies, the waitress threw up behind the counter. The man near the door felt his hope die as his date stared in disgust at his exposed belly only moments before she had been rubbing… for some reason.

    “Nothing like the cold light of day to see one’s sins clearly,” Geoff laughed, feeding off the last ounces of reverence that bleed from his former toys.

    “What happened?” Lisa moaned.

    “I’ll explain when we get you home.” Geoff smiled, rubbing her shoulders.

    Lisa tried to return the smile, but she was too ashamed to make full eye contact with Geoff, “Did you have all that hair before?” she asked as she shuffled toward her apartment building.

    With the help of Gluttony’s influence Lisa’s bloated state went mostly unnoticed. Gluttony was grateful no children seemed to live her building. Kids were almost totally unaffected by his glamor.

    Once inside Lisa’s warmly appointed apartment Geoff lead Lisa to bed.

    “You’re not going to hurt me, are you?” she mumbled as she laid down.

    “Poor Lisa,” Gluttony replied, “How could I ever hurt someone as perfect as you? Your have been my salvation.”

    “Oh,” was all Lisa could answer he head still fogged by Gluttony’s magic.

    “Besides,” Geoff gave her a sad smile, “I think I have hurt you enough already.”



    Between the meal and Gluttony’s magic sleep took Lisa as soon as her head hit the pillow. While she slept Gluttony sat next to her humming a little tune. If Lisa had come from another realm, she would have seen his magic helping to breakdown her meal. As her belly shrank the rest of body rapidly expanded. Lisa had been a slight pear before their meal and now her hips and ass took the bulk of her new weight. Lisa sleep was restless as her body changed. Her ass checks grew and dimpled, packed with new adipose. As her belly deflated it also drooped lower as stretch marks began to appear. Lisa’s thighs, chunky before, expanded, swallowing her knees. Her calf enlarged and she developed cankles around the tops of her pudgy feet. Her knuckles vanished as her hands softened. Throw pillow-sized sacks of fat developed at over her biceps. Her chin and neck expanded, and her breast grew as well, but compared to the rest of the transformation they barely registered.

    With his work done Geoff Franks rose from his seat and went to the bathroom. Staring back at him was the beautiful, youthful face of his glory days. His eyes sparkled with magic, his skin nearly glowed he was so full of reverence.

    He returned to the Lisa’s side and sat on the bed next to her fat hip. “Tomorrow is going to be the worst day of your life. I’m truly sorry for that.” He whispered to the obese woman slumbering next to him. “None of this will make any sense at first, but in time… but you’ll make up an explanation of what happened to you.” He explained, “And in time you’ll believe it because that’s the only way you can stay sane.”

    “I’m sorry. I really am.” Geoff whispered, “I had to do it. You can’t understand… It doesn’t matter… I took from you and I owe you a debt.”

    Geoff stood up and paced the room, “Fuck me! What happened to me? I’ve ruined a million people but after one woman I’ve suddenly gone all soft… Fuck me!” He paused, “Fine.”

    Gluttony stood at the edge of Lisa’s bed and began to hum an odd little tune. His magic slowly began to spread through Lisa’s apartment. The small desk chair at her desk began to shift and change, becoming a large comfortable, armless chair. The clothing in the closets expanded to hold Lisa’s increased girth. In the living room Lisa’s futon sofa was replaced with a large, comfortable couch. Her bathroom and shower expanded to better accommodate her new bulk. As Gluttony’s song moved through the apartment the pictures on the refrigerator began to change. Skinny Lisa vanished from the pictures, replaced by someone much closer to her current size.

    When the song was done Geoff had to use the bedframe to hold himself up. Exhaustion racked his body. He stumbled to the living room and flopped down in a well-worn recliner, well designed for someone of Lisa’s carriage. Geoff pulled out his phone and flipped on the selfie mode. The face looking back at him very much reminded him of the man he had seen this morning in the mirror. Maybe not as haggard or worn down, but no one would mistake him for the beauty thing that had escorted Lisa home a few hours ago.

    “Wake up sleepy head” Someone whispered in Geoff’s ear.

    “What? What happened? Where am I?” Geoff startled back into consciousness. Lisa was standing in front of him smiling. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to fall asleep here.” He explained.

    “I guess we got pretty drunk last night.” She laughed.

    “I guess.” Geoff agreed. He could feel despair enveloping him. “I had it all back and I gave it up for what?” Geoff thought to himself.

    “Well get up.” Lisa smiled again. “We are going to be late for work and I am hungry! You can buy me breakfast.” She patted her fat, hanging belly and stretched exposing more of her fleshy middle.

    “I can do that.” Geoff gave her a sad smile.

    “And maybe this weekend,” Lisa looked over her shoulder as she walked back to her room and gave him a sly smile, “Maybe you can sing to me again.”
     
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    I hope it’s what you were going for, but this is a great take on Neil gaiman’s attempts at modernizing old gods. It reads like a great supernatural thriller, like it could’ve been part of a book that focused on the lives of all the 7 sins and their relationship to entities like time. It’s just a plus that it’s about getting fat as fuck. Each scene is super vivid and I can picture it so well, I hope you continue it!
     
  8. Apr 14, 2019 #8

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    I was definitely stealing for American Gods and a little bit from the Immortal Incarnations series.... though this probably not going to go anywhere as a longer story
     
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    This was so wonderfully written!! Thank you for sharing!!
     

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