~ CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Bonnie had indeed put on additional weight, majority of the pounds landed on her breasts and belly, but her hips and thighs weren’t exactly spared.
It was an hour after the diner was closed, Bonnie currently held the kitchen and clean up position, and she was dutifully sweeping the floor. Truth be told Bonnie was anxious about becoming a waitress again, yet she didn’t complain about the demotion, it was work and the type of labor which she could commit too without much stress.
Bonnie’s black hair hung straight downward, slightly curling while flirting with her shoulders, a red bow set toward the back of her mane for decoration. The weight Bonnie had accumulated didn’t play fair with her face, manufacturing a doughy condition along with the chubbiness, acne remaining over her forehead, and especially her cheeks.
Bonnie’s work garments were a drab multi-colored flannel shirt worn open, exposing her red undershirt and worn out gray sweatpants.
Bonnie’s knockers had reached double D’s, the tissue soft and mushy, their shape holding a distinct roundness, the growth to her belly was impressive, a blubbery circular shaped sphere which soared away from her body but sagging due to gravity. Bonnie’s hindquarters had fatten but not in the same proportion as her belly, likewise drooping, smacking her chunky upper thighs while in motion.
There was a knock on the glass door, Bonnie’s belly bounced as she quickly veered her body toward the door, her big smile advancing the size of her second upon recognizing somebody she hadn’t seen in a very long time.
It was Hawk, and Bonnie’s heart skipped a beat, she hurried over and opened the door.
Despite Hawk’s casual garb, a black T-shirt and blue jeans, Bonnie experienced a severe case of goose-bumps while gazing at him.
Hawks smile was slick, his body language confident as usual.
“It’s been a long time, Bonnie, mind if I come in?”
Bonnie instantly became tongue-tied due to nervousness, she simply nodded and held the door open for him. Hawk breezily entered, scrolling his eyes over Bonnie’s thick, flabby body, pointing over to the booth closest to the door, “We’ll sit over there.”
Bonnie escorted Hawk to the table, a mere four feet away from the door but she was trembling with excited energy throughout the short walk.
Bonnie released a modest sigh, her smile revealing her nervousness, “We’re closed, so I can’t serve you any food but there’s coffee. It’s kinda of old, I kin make ya a fresh pot if you want?”
“Just bring me what you got…” Hawk smiled, “…that’s fine.”
Bonnie’s face lit up and she hurried over to behind the counter, her flabby body swishing from side to side with every step. Hawk did notice, estimating it was like Bonnie’s svelte figure was trapped inside a fat cocoon.
Bonnie had returned to the booth with coffee for them both, sliding unto the other side, dotingly gazing at Hawk for a moment before addressing the elephant in the room. It took much strength, courage she had long thought dormant to admit in a melancholy drone, “I know I put on weight and got fat but I’m happy you called on me, I never see any of the old gang anymore they’re all busy housewives, and I reckon Larry’s has a lot go’in on too.”
“That’s why I came too see you, I heard you changed, it piqued my curiosity”, Hawk directly affirmed.
Bonnie tilted her head in a submissive mode, her fingertips stroking the coffee cup handle, “I guess Larry must have told you, he didn’t recognize me when last I saw him, months ago. He told you, right?”
Hawk concurred with a nod, Bonnie wagged her head, her eyes racked with emotion, “How is Larry doing? I think about him all the time, I know he’s been helping you around your new home.”
Hawk’s face was captured with surprise, “Yeah, Larry busted my chops about you but where did you get the idea he’s been helping me with my home? I think he’s been over to my place a few times for beers, I usually see him at the bar.”
Bonnie lowered her eyes, her lower lip trembling; Hawk withdrew a package of cigarettes from out of his pocket, Bonnie’s emotional tailspin at being lied to causing her to wheeze.
Hawk removed a cigarette, squinting while not sugar coating the facts, “You’re the one who said you wanted to be friends, and on top of it, you got heavy. You sort of gave Larry an out, lying isn’t right, but what else could he do.”
Bonnie removed her glasses and wiped her eyes, “Can’t believe he could be that shallow…”
Larry lit his smoke, “If I recall, you thought his position as pig farmer a deal breaker in your relationship. Funny isn’t it?”
“How is it funny?” Bonnie winced.
“You rejected him because you consider his job a career for lowlifes, and here you are, a female janitor and dishwasher. That’s what I call a cute comeuppance.”
Bonnie spoke through her sniffles, snorting a couple times as well, “Please don’t be mean to me, it ain’t my fault I got fat…”
Bonnie tried to keep Hawk’s respect with adding a lie, “….I have been dieting, I’m gonna be skinny again.”
Hawk demurely grinned, he found Bonnie’s fractured vocabulary amusing, and what more, he could see right through her lie.
Hawk flicked an ash onto the saucer, Bonnie began to say, “Oh, you know there’s no…”
Hawk flashed a wide, arrogant smile, Bonnie quickly remembered that doing whatever he wanted despite social norms is what made him cool.
“You claimed a while back we have chemistry”, Bonnie’s voice cracked, “…You still feel that way?”
“You think if you looked like this in high school I would have approached you?”, Hawk replied with a hint of smugness.
Bonnie dropped one arm over her pulpy belly bulge, her features curdling in a manner which inflated her second chin.
“You’d like to kiss me”, Hawk sharply uttered.
Yeah I would”, Bonnie’s grin completely dorky.
“I would kiss you, but I’m afraid where it would lead”, Hawk’s remark causing Bonnie to wince.
Hawk finished his coffee and cigarette in that order, dropping the cigarette butt into the empty cup. “Well, it’s been a ‘real ’big pleasure’ seeing you, don’t get lost in the kitchen.”
They stood up simultaneously, on route to the door, Bonnie awkward asked, “Please stop by and visit me again, I love talking with you.”
“You oughta meet me some night at the bar, I’d buy you a beer”, Hawks smile was ambiguous, Bonnie couldn’t read him.
“I don’t belong in those taverns you go to”, Bonnie noted with an embarrassed expression.
They stepped outside into the night air, Hawk shook his head, “You know a while back you had it all over me, and while my lodging isn’t the hilt like yours, it’s good enough for me, and I’m working full time at the Cartier Food Company. I don’t have the heart to call it out but some people would say you’re below my level.”
Bonnie blinked, shocked at Hawk’s comment yet couldn’t deny his smooth charm, “Hawk, if we could patch things up between us, I’d appreciate it, I know my attitude toward you used to be shitty….”
“And that’s the thing Bonnie, you’ve changed, really changed, it breaks my heart that you’ve become a calorie queen, I’m unfamiliar with who you’ve become”, Hawk emotionally stated.
Bonnie pouted, “I’m happy you’re doing better but can’t you please be a little nice to me?”
“Hey, this is nice but you still have a negative opinion about the bars I go too”, Hawk half-smiled, “Remember saying I was white trash? Ain’t ya afraid hanging out with me will sour your reputation?”
Bonnie wagged her head, “My reputation as what? I might well be white trash.”
“That’s a step in the right direction for you”, Hawk cheekily smirked.
Bonnie heaved a sigh, “Oh Hawk, Larry rejected me, please don’t do it too…”
Hawk briefly chuckled, “And you once said I could learn from Larry? Nah, baby beluga, I won’t ignore you. I guess that makes me the better man.”
Bonnie ignored the baby beluga comment, a radiant smile plastered over her face, “I’ll get back inside and write down my number fer ya, k?” she giggled.
Hawk nodded, “Hurry up”, he said in a demanding tone.
A minute later Bonnie returned, nervously muttering while handing him a napkin with her phone number, “You…you’re da…be..ber…better man, then you….you…you…you’ll call m..m…m..m..me?”
“I don’t play with hearts, sweetie”, Hawk straightforwardly admitted, “Even though I kinda guess talking plain probably upset you.”
Bonnie shook her head, “I like being around you, talking with you is crazy cool, you’re so smart.”
“You should have thought like that in high school”, Hawk said as he began drifting away, “But be sure you’ll hear from me, and I’ll get to seeing about Larry treating you like crap.”
“Hawk!” Bonnie called out while he was ambling toward his sedan, “You don’t have too!”
Hawk reached his car, turning around he dramatically saluted Bonnie, yelling back to her, “Whatever you say, honey!”
Hawk slipped into his car, Bonnie watched as he drove off, gushing out loud, “Honey..”
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Momma
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Re: Momma
by Matt L. » Mon Feb 15, 2021 12:02 pm
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE /
Gretchen arrived at Bonnie’s home that Saturday early afternoon in a fairly bubbly mood, having worked the early shift at the diner, she was still clothed in her uniform.
Gretchen’s belly had gowned by leaps and bounds, rounding out into a pronounce globe of belly fat, the sheer size emphasized by the fabric’s tension while cradling the immense protuberance.
Gretchen’s posterior and thighs in accurate proportion, saturated in gooey fat, her backside tremendously ample, roomy butt-cheeks that jutted over thighs which had become enormous.
Judy Hawkins’ greeted Gretchen with a friendly hug, niceties exchanged, Judy was just as thrilled about Gretchen’s shopping excursion with Bonnie as were the friends, and the entirety of their day together.
“I appreciate your looking after my Bonnie, and your friendship”, Judy chimed, “I try getting her out with her old high school friends but I suppose their all being married and she’s single, she doesn’t fit in with them.”
Gretchen was virtually married herself; her relationship with Albert certainly resembled a marriage.
However, Gretchen would never consider stating the fact; instead she compliantly spoke favorably about Bonnie.
“Bennie’s the closest friend I’ve had since high school, she’s sweet and funny, and we have lots in common.”
“You compliment each other very well”, Judy said, unable to resist gently pinching Gretchen’s cheek.
Gretchen blushed, cradling the fullness of her belly, she readily admitted, “Especially now.”
Judy fleetingly snickered, her sparkling eyes and wide smile conveying happiness realized with her bubbly warble, “It’s hard not to notice Bonnie doesn’t exactly have a fashion model’s physique anymore, it’s very cute watching her get chunky though…”
Judy slipped her obese body closer to Gretchen, “After years of living with a highly critical daughter, it’s nice that she’s finally catching up to me. What do you think?”
Gretchen lightly swung the shopping bag which contained her clothes in which to change for the day, and she gently wrapped her free hand around Judy’s waist, “Bonnie doesn’t have the same attitude that’s for sure. I don’t mean to um, be unkind or selfish or anything but I think it’s for the best.”
A curious expression took to Judy’s face, “Really? I have to agree, she doesn’t have the luxury of flaunting such an impressive appearance, I’m not saying she actually felt superior but now that she has more in common with us, the weight Bonnie put on did put her ego in check.”
Gretchen softly snorted while in thought, a split second later she contributed her opinion, “Bonnie’s ideals have changed, right? Forgoing school for diner work, definitely lackadaisical in clothing, and her fancy toward guys ain’t bigoted. Isn’t Bonnie more adorable now too? The classy, preppy routine works at college but here in Hanson, she’s easier to take now that she’s gotten a bit tame.”
“I know, it’s seems she conceded to the humble small town experience”, Judy tacked onto Gretchen’s remarks; “No need for simple rural folk to put on airs.”
“The only thing that ricochets threw me is when Bonnie squawks about getting fat”, Gretchen playfully announced, “We’re both okay with her plus-size figure, she ought to be too!”
“And with her appetite, she isn’t going to get any smaller”, Judy added to the humorous banter, “I thought she’d drop some weight after getting off the meds, but obviously she’s long gone in being able to control herself.”
“Where’s Big Bertha now?” Gretchen asked with a dazzling smile.
Judy wagged her head at the funny sounding nickname, “Charming nickname, Gretel, Bonnie is hardly heavy enough to earn it, yet I somehow believe it’s a wise prologue to my daughter’s release from materialism, and profound next chapter where the possibilities of becoming a blimp are well within reason.”
“You librarians have your own language!” Gretchen giggled.
Judy smiled, “Bonnie…Bertha, is in her room, you can change your clothes there.”
The conversation continued as Judy escorted Gretchen to Bonnie’s bedroom.
“Bonnie says you girls are making a delicious supper tonight.”
“Yes, ma’am, you and Mr. Hawkins are welcome to join us.”
They finally reached Bonnie’s room as Judy replied, “That’s very sweet and I appreciate it but Arnold and I always treat ourselves to steak dinners on Saturday nights, but what about a rain check?”
“Of course!” Gretchen replied.
Judy was about to knock on the door but paused, “Um, please excuse the condition of my daughter’s room, she used to be so neat and orderly….”
Judy shrugged her shoulders then firmly knocked on her daughter’s bedroom door, Bonnie shouting out at the top of her lungs, “Yes, Mom! I know for the thousandth time Gretel is coming over!”
“My precious daughter exaggerates”, Judy said upon opening the door.
“Greta is here!” Judy cheerfully addressed Bonnie, “Now wash up and get ready while Gretel changes out of her uniform.”
Gretchen was treated to a sight she had never expected to see, Bonnie’s bedroom was in an untidy disarray of clothes tossed everywhere and empty food cartons, candy wrappers, and a few glasses, plates and bowl scattered around.
Bonnie was sprawled over her crumb infested bed, laptop securely in hand.
Jelly from breakfast lingered over lips and chin, splatter from the jelly and chocolate milk decorating her powder blue T-shirt featuring the caption - Totally Hot Babe! - which advertised her pulpy belly while peeking over her stretched out polka panties.
Bonnie’s swollen butt-cheeks, liberated from the elastic material and clearly coated with flab, settled over her bulbous upper thighs, the squashy texture in harmony with the intense thickness.
“Oh hey, Gretel”, Bonnie excitedly peeped, “I’m updating my social profile on My Life, do you have a My Life page?”
Gretchen folded her arms and wagged her head, “No, my friends know all about me, there’s no reason for me to subscribe to such a page.”
“I tell her that all the time”, Judy informed Gretchen, “Well, I’ll let you cool chicks get ready, okay?”
Gretchen rubbed her face, “Um, Judy, do you suppose I can use your scale?”
Judy chortled, “Call me superstitious but I haven’t stepped on a scale in years, every time I do, I seem to be heavier…”
Bonnie giggled from her bed, resulting in Judy and Bonnie swapping frivolous grimaces.
“The scale is in the garage, you’re welcome too have it”, Judy jokingly stating while patting Gretchen’s balloon shaped belly, “But don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”
Gretchen giggled, “Thanks, I’ll be fine, just want to check up on the progress.”
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Once Judy had sashayed out of Bonnie’s bedroom, Gretchen politely inquired about Bonnie’s My Life page, “Let’s see what you got down.”
Bonnie’s well-fed body jiggled as she maneuvered into a seated position over the bed, her jell-o belly spreading out onto her lap, her thighs similarly in fashion, the mushy composition broadening over the mattress.
Gretchen surveyed Bonnie’s social media page, reading it out loud, “Not missing school at all, love my freedom!!!!! Now I can center myself about real things that make sense like winning my hot high school crush heart!!!!!”
“This is about Larry?”, Gretchen glumly question, aware that Bonnie’s hope for a relationship with him was a lost cause.
Bonnie excitedly bounced up and down on her bed, her belly flopping, her flabby thighs quivering, “No! Hawk! I saw Hawk and I think he does want to carry on like we should of in high school!”
“I thought Hawk was a bad apple, didn’t you like, reject him coz he’s white trash?” a bewildered Gretchen asked,
“That’s what makes Hawk so cool! Bad boys are sexy!” Bonnie muttered with conviction.
Gretchen advised Bonnie while scrolling through her photographs, “Be careful, remember his bad reputation, okay?”
Bonnie stood up, acknowledging Gretchen with a nod, “Yeah, okay.”
“I see all your pictures are old ones….” Bonnie causally stated.
“So?” Bonnie snorted.
“People around here know what you look like but I see you joined a few groups to make new friends, you think it’s fair showing….”, Gretchen began a modest lecture, pausing when her eyes drew upon a snapshot taken of them together in their gowns the evening of the VFW dance.
Gretchen eyes grew wide while she read the caption Bonnie had added, “With my sister Gretel, the coolest person, nobody is so sweet and understanding of me, I love her so much.”
Gretchen choked up; a single tear ran down her blubbery cheek, “This is so sweet…”
Embracing Bonnie from the side, she gave her a quick kiss over her jaw, “I love you too…”
In rapid fire session, Gretchen softly smacked Bennie’s butt, “….Let’s get ready, and wash yer face too while yer at it!”
Gretchen briefly held unto the laptop while Bonnie exited the room, she intensely studied the photograph, her free hand ending up on top of her belly, and she cracked an idyllic smile, “I’ve totally blown up, I can see why Albert is so mad crazy about me, I’m better than his type and by fifty pounds!”
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Gretchen undressed while Bonnie washed up and then went through the clothing available. Seems Bonnie had apparently outgrown her own duds and was now forced to wear clothing which her mom collected from within her group of friends. The clothing ranged from teenage garments to mature threads to senior citizen.
Gretchen had already changed out her uniform and was in a long sleeve, V-neck style, sweater of a brown hue, decorated with swirling gold and orange lines, and a lengthy black skirt. Upon noticing Bonnie seemingly dawdling, she inquired snappishly, “What’s going on? I thought you wanted to go shopping with me?”
“I do! Gretel!” Bonnie groaned.
Gretchen immediately saddled up next to Bonnie, her billowy belly practical knocking her over, “What’s the hold up?”
Bonnie used a hand to plow through the garments, her thumb securely in her mouth, “Nut’n is cool.”
Gretchen held her hands to her burly big hips, “Well, yeah, there’s nothing here that I’d call fetching. What about the clothes Momma got you from the Goodwill Shop?”
“Ma threw them out coz maybe they had fleas or germs”, Bonnie replied, excess drool covering her chin.
Gretchen took the initiative, selecting a bright pink colored T-shirt and spandex shorts of a darker shade of pink.
“Here, now get dressed while I tend to my hair”, said Gretchen.
Bonnie removed her thumb from her lips, “But…but…these clothes will make me look fat…”
Gretchen scowled at Bonnie, “You don’t have much choice”, and she was about to make her point by dusting her finger tips over Bonnie’s belly but quickly refrained simply because she felt it unnecessary to tease her.
Bonnie begrudgingly put on the clothes, Gretchen took a seat at the vanity table and using some bobbie bins, put up her hair. A little cosmetics followed, not much, just enough to enhance her features. In the getup and her styled in the upward style, Gretchen once again managed too look a decade older then her rightful age.
Gretchen surveyed Bonnie’s appearance, telling her to stand up straight, and to turn around.
Bonnie’s hefty cleavage rested over the top portion of her belly, the spandex short cradling her belly’s buttery protuberance, emphasizing it’s roundness yet gravity cruelly causing it to sag a solid inch downward. Bonnie’s open range of ass fat was no different, her bulbous butt-checks bobbled over the flabby pudginess which had claimed her once slender thighs.
“Okay, you look cute”, Gretchen smiled, “But adjust the waistband a little, don’t have it so high up.”
Bonnie awkwardly smiled, acknowledging Gretchen’s advice with a modest smile and a nasally sounding, “Thank you, Gretel.”
“Take a seat on the bed so I can take care of your hair”, Gretchen told Bonnie.
“Why?” Bonnie asked, “I combed it.”
“I want to make you look nice”, Gretchen replied.
This went on for a few minutes.
“Don’t you want to like nice?” Gretchen charmingly uttered.
Bonnie folded her arms, “No.”
“Well I know better than you, so sit your ass down and do what you're told”, Gretchen grumbled, “Now.”
Bonnie finally capitulated and squarely sat down on the bed, “Can I check my My Life page?”
“No, stay in the moment”, Gretchen said, grabbing the comb.
Bonnie resumed sucking her thumb, Gretchen giddily explaining, “Listen Twerp, I want you to look well turned-out, I’d hate for people to think my sister’s a slob.”
Gretchen began wrangling Bonnie’s black locks, “You ought to use conditioner or gel like used too. Your hair is so limp it ain’t funny. A ponytail? No. Braids? Yes braids will make you look pretty, keep the hair out of your face.”
“When did you get so bossy?” Bonnie pouted.
“When did you get to be a pain in the ass?” Gretchen giggled.
“You’re the pain in the ass”, Bonnie grunted.
From there Gretchen volunteered to add some cosmetics to Bonnie’s face, eyeliner and lipstick, a trace of eye shadow.
“When we’re at the market we’ll have to find sum face cream far ya or sum-thin”, Gretchen sighed with concern, “Your acne is terrible.”
Bonnie agreed, “Yeah, good idea. I never had bad skin before, ya know?”
Oddly enough, while Gretchen’s hair and getup suggested she was a woman in her upper thirties, Bonnie’s appearance in her clothes and hair in braids made her look a decade younger. Bonnie could easily be misconstrued as a 16 or 17 year old.
“You look very proper”, Gretchen candidly addressed Bonnie, “Very pretty too.”
“How about very fat?”, Bonnie groused while deliberately pushing out her chubby belly.
“Hush, that’s not the way to think, I’m a woman of size, don’t I look nice?” Gretchen grinned.
“Of course you do”, Bonnie muttered, “You have a fresh like look, fat don’t be hindering your type.”
“Excuse me?” a puzzled Gretchen blurted, “I’m anxious to learn what the hell that means.”
Bonnie teetered in her spot, “Nothing mean or bad, just like, yo weight don’t cancel yer sweet looks, that’s all.”
Gretchen folded her arms, “But what about my type?” she then giggled to ease the nervous tension, “What’s my type?”
“Housewife!” Bonnie peeped while blushing.
Gretchen exploded in a whopper of a thunderous belly laugh, “Housewife!”
Calming down, Gretchen began shuffling toward the door, “Housewife? Get your handbag and make sure you got yer credit card. Housewife”, she added with a snicker.
Down the hall, Gretchen brought up the scale, “We’ll grab the scale on the way out, I wanna see my weight…”
Giggling again about being told she looked like a housewife, Gretchen flung her around Bonnie’s shoulder, “Isn’t that yer new goal, to be a housewife?”
“Yeah but I got plenty of time before I look like a housewife”, Bonnie snorted.
Gretchen simple smirked.
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Gretchen arrived at Bonnie’s home that Saturday early afternoon in a fairly bubbly mood, having worked the early shift at the diner, she was still clothed in her uniform.
Gretchen’s belly had gowned by leaps and bounds, rounding out into a pronounce globe of belly fat, the sheer size emphasized by the fabric’s tension while cradling the immense protuberance.
Gretchen’s posterior and thighs in accurate proportion, saturated in gooey fat, her backside tremendously ample, roomy butt-cheeks that jutted over thighs which had become enormous.
Judy Hawkins’ greeted Gretchen with a friendly hug, niceties exchanged, Judy was just as thrilled about Gretchen’s shopping excursion with Bonnie as were the friends, and the entirety of their day together.
“I appreciate your looking after my Bonnie, and your friendship”, Judy chimed, “I try getting her out with her old high school friends but I suppose their all being married and she’s single, she doesn’t fit in with them.”
Gretchen was virtually married herself; her relationship with Albert certainly resembled a marriage.
However, Gretchen would never consider stating the fact; instead she compliantly spoke favorably about Bonnie.
“Bennie’s the closest friend I’ve had since high school, she’s sweet and funny, and we have lots in common.”
“You compliment each other very well”, Judy said, unable to resist gently pinching Gretchen’s cheek.
Gretchen blushed, cradling the fullness of her belly, she readily admitted, “Especially now.”
Judy fleetingly snickered, her sparkling eyes and wide smile conveying happiness realized with her bubbly warble, “It’s hard not to notice Bonnie doesn’t exactly have a fashion model’s physique anymore, it’s very cute watching her get chunky though…”
Judy slipped her obese body closer to Gretchen, “After years of living with a highly critical daughter, it’s nice that she’s finally catching up to me. What do you think?”
Gretchen lightly swung the shopping bag which contained her clothes in which to change for the day, and she gently wrapped her free hand around Judy’s waist, “Bonnie doesn’t have the same attitude that’s for sure. I don’t mean to um, be unkind or selfish or anything but I think it’s for the best.”
A curious expression took to Judy’s face, “Really? I have to agree, she doesn’t have the luxury of flaunting such an impressive appearance, I’m not saying she actually felt superior but now that she has more in common with us, the weight Bonnie put on did put her ego in check.”
Gretchen softly snorted while in thought, a split second later she contributed her opinion, “Bonnie’s ideals have changed, right? Forgoing school for diner work, definitely lackadaisical in clothing, and her fancy toward guys ain’t bigoted. Isn’t Bonnie more adorable now too? The classy, preppy routine works at college but here in Hanson, she’s easier to take now that she’s gotten a bit tame.”
“I know, it’s seems she conceded to the humble small town experience”, Judy tacked onto Gretchen’s remarks; “No need for simple rural folk to put on airs.”
“The only thing that ricochets threw me is when Bonnie squawks about getting fat”, Gretchen playfully announced, “We’re both okay with her plus-size figure, she ought to be too!”
“And with her appetite, she isn’t going to get any smaller”, Judy added to the humorous banter, “I thought she’d drop some weight after getting off the meds, but obviously she’s long gone in being able to control herself.”
“Where’s Big Bertha now?” Gretchen asked with a dazzling smile.
Judy wagged her head at the funny sounding nickname, “Charming nickname, Gretel, Bonnie is hardly heavy enough to earn it, yet I somehow believe it’s a wise prologue to my daughter’s release from materialism, and profound next chapter where the possibilities of becoming a blimp are well within reason.”
“You librarians have your own language!” Gretchen giggled.
Judy smiled, “Bonnie…Bertha, is in her room, you can change your clothes there.”
The conversation continued as Judy escorted Gretchen to Bonnie’s bedroom.
“Bonnie says you girls are making a delicious supper tonight.”
“Yes, ma’am, you and Mr. Hawkins are welcome to join us.”
They finally reached Bonnie’s room as Judy replied, “That’s very sweet and I appreciate it but Arnold and I always treat ourselves to steak dinners on Saturday nights, but what about a rain check?”
“Of course!” Gretchen replied.
Judy was about to knock on the door but paused, “Um, please excuse the condition of my daughter’s room, she used to be so neat and orderly….”
Judy shrugged her shoulders then firmly knocked on her daughter’s bedroom door, Bonnie shouting out at the top of her lungs, “Yes, Mom! I know for the thousandth time Gretel is coming over!”
“My precious daughter exaggerates”, Judy said upon opening the door.
“Greta is here!” Judy cheerfully addressed Bonnie, “Now wash up and get ready while Gretel changes out of her uniform.”
Gretchen was treated to a sight she had never expected to see, Bonnie’s bedroom was in an untidy disarray of clothes tossed everywhere and empty food cartons, candy wrappers, and a few glasses, plates and bowl scattered around.
Bonnie was sprawled over her crumb infested bed, laptop securely in hand.
Jelly from breakfast lingered over lips and chin, splatter from the jelly and chocolate milk decorating her powder blue T-shirt featuring the caption - Totally Hot Babe! - which advertised her pulpy belly while peeking over her stretched out polka panties.
Bonnie’s swollen butt-cheeks, liberated from the elastic material and clearly coated with flab, settled over her bulbous upper thighs, the squashy texture in harmony with the intense thickness.
“Oh hey, Gretel”, Bonnie excitedly peeped, “I’m updating my social profile on My Life, do you have a My Life page?”
Gretchen folded her arms and wagged her head, “No, my friends know all about me, there’s no reason for me to subscribe to such a page.”
“I tell her that all the time”, Judy informed Gretchen, “Well, I’ll let you cool chicks get ready, okay?”
Gretchen rubbed her face, “Um, Judy, do you suppose I can use your scale?”
Judy chortled, “Call me superstitious but I haven’t stepped on a scale in years, every time I do, I seem to be heavier…”
Bonnie giggled from her bed, resulting in Judy and Bonnie swapping frivolous grimaces.
“The scale is in the garage, you’re welcome too have it”, Judy jokingly stating while patting Gretchen’s balloon shaped belly, “But don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”
Gretchen giggled, “Thanks, I’ll be fine, just want to check up on the progress.”
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Once Judy had sashayed out of Bonnie’s bedroom, Gretchen politely inquired about Bonnie’s My Life page, “Let’s see what you got down.”
Bonnie’s well-fed body jiggled as she maneuvered into a seated position over the bed, her jell-o belly spreading out onto her lap, her thighs similarly in fashion, the mushy composition broadening over the mattress.
Gretchen surveyed Bonnie’s social media page, reading it out loud, “Not missing school at all, love my freedom!!!!! Now I can center myself about real things that make sense like winning my hot high school crush heart!!!!!”
“This is about Larry?”, Gretchen glumly question, aware that Bonnie’s hope for a relationship with him was a lost cause.
Bonnie excitedly bounced up and down on her bed, her belly flopping, her flabby thighs quivering, “No! Hawk! I saw Hawk and I think he does want to carry on like we should of in high school!”
“I thought Hawk was a bad apple, didn’t you like, reject him coz he’s white trash?” a bewildered Gretchen asked,
“That’s what makes Hawk so cool! Bad boys are sexy!” Bonnie muttered with conviction.
Gretchen advised Bonnie while scrolling through her photographs, “Be careful, remember his bad reputation, okay?”
Bonnie stood up, acknowledging Gretchen with a nod, “Yeah, okay.”
“I see all your pictures are old ones….” Bonnie causally stated.
“So?” Bonnie snorted.
“People around here know what you look like but I see you joined a few groups to make new friends, you think it’s fair showing….”, Gretchen began a modest lecture, pausing when her eyes drew upon a snapshot taken of them together in their gowns the evening of the VFW dance.
Gretchen eyes grew wide while she read the caption Bonnie had added, “With my sister Gretel, the coolest person, nobody is so sweet and understanding of me, I love her so much.”
Gretchen choked up; a single tear ran down her blubbery cheek, “This is so sweet…”
Embracing Bonnie from the side, she gave her a quick kiss over her jaw, “I love you too…”
In rapid fire session, Gretchen softly smacked Bennie’s butt, “….Let’s get ready, and wash yer face too while yer at it!”
Gretchen briefly held unto the laptop while Bonnie exited the room, she intensely studied the photograph, her free hand ending up on top of her belly, and she cracked an idyllic smile, “I’ve totally blown up, I can see why Albert is so mad crazy about me, I’m better than his type and by fifty pounds!”
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Gretchen undressed while Bonnie washed up and then went through the clothing available. Seems Bonnie had apparently outgrown her own duds and was now forced to wear clothing which her mom collected from within her group of friends. The clothing ranged from teenage garments to mature threads to senior citizen.
Gretchen had already changed out her uniform and was in a long sleeve, V-neck style, sweater of a brown hue, decorated with swirling gold and orange lines, and a lengthy black skirt. Upon noticing Bonnie seemingly dawdling, she inquired snappishly, “What’s going on? I thought you wanted to go shopping with me?”
“I do! Gretel!” Bonnie groaned.
Gretchen immediately saddled up next to Bonnie, her billowy belly practical knocking her over, “What’s the hold up?”
Bonnie used a hand to plow through the garments, her thumb securely in her mouth, “Nut’n is cool.”
Gretchen held her hands to her burly big hips, “Well, yeah, there’s nothing here that I’d call fetching. What about the clothes Momma got you from the Goodwill Shop?”
“Ma threw them out coz maybe they had fleas or germs”, Bonnie replied, excess drool covering her chin.
Gretchen took the initiative, selecting a bright pink colored T-shirt and spandex shorts of a darker shade of pink.
“Here, now get dressed while I tend to my hair”, said Gretchen.
Bonnie removed her thumb from her lips, “But…but…these clothes will make me look fat…”
Gretchen scowled at Bonnie, “You don’t have much choice”, and she was about to make her point by dusting her finger tips over Bonnie’s belly but quickly refrained simply because she felt it unnecessary to tease her.
Bonnie begrudgingly put on the clothes, Gretchen took a seat at the vanity table and using some bobbie bins, put up her hair. A little cosmetics followed, not much, just enough to enhance her features. In the getup and her styled in the upward style, Gretchen once again managed too look a decade older then her rightful age.
Gretchen surveyed Bonnie’s appearance, telling her to stand up straight, and to turn around.
Bonnie’s hefty cleavage rested over the top portion of her belly, the spandex short cradling her belly’s buttery protuberance, emphasizing it’s roundness yet gravity cruelly causing it to sag a solid inch downward. Bonnie’s open range of ass fat was no different, her bulbous butt-checks bobbled over the flabby pudginess which had claimed her once slender thighs.
“Okay, you look cute”, Gretchen smiled, “But adjust the waistband a little, don’t have it so high up.”
Bonnie awkwardly smiled, acknowledging Gretchen’s advice with a modest smile and a nasally sounding, “Thank you, Gretel.”
“Take a seat on the bed so I can take care of your hair”, Gretchen told Bonnie.
“Why?” Bonnie asked, “I combed it.”
“I want to make you look nice”, Gretchen replied.
This went on for a few minutes.
“Don’t you want to like nice?” Gretchen charmingly uttered.
Bonnie folded her arms, “No.”
“Well I know better than you, so sit your ass down and do what you're told”, Gretchen grumbled, “Now.”
Bonnie finally capitulated and squarely sat down on the bed, “Can I check my My Life page?”
“No, stay in the moment”, Gretchen said, grabbing the comb.
Bonnie resumed sucking her thumb, Gretchen giddily explaining, “Listen Twerp, I want you to look well turned-out, I’d hate for people to think my sister’s a slob.”
Gretchen began wrangling Bonnie’s black locks, “You ought to use conditioner or gel like used too. Your hair is so limp it ain’t funny. A ponytail? No. Braids? Yes braids will make you look pretty, keep the hair out of your face.”
“When did you get so bossy?” Bonnie pouted.
“When did you get to be a pain in the ass?” Gretchen giggled.
“You’re the pain in the ass”, Bonnie grunted.
From there Gretchen volunteered to add some cosmetics to Bonnie’s face, eyeliner and lipstick, a trace of eye shadow.
“When we’re at the market we’ll have to find sum face cream far ya or sum-thin”, Gretchen sighed with concern, “Your acne is terrible.”
Bonnie agreed, “Yeah, good idea. I never had bad skin before, ya know?”
Oddly enough, while Gretchen’s hair and getup suggested she was a woman in her upper thirties, Bonnie’s appearance in her clothes and hair in braids made her look a decade younger. Bonnie could easily be misconstrued as a 16 or 17 year old.
“You look very proper”, Gretchen candidly addressed Bonnie, “Very pretty too.”
“How about very fat?”, Bonnie groused while deliberately pushing out her chubby belly.
“Hush, that’s not the way to think, I’m a woman of size, don’t I look nice?” Gretchen grinned.
“Of course you do”, Bonnie muttered, “You have a fresh like look, fat don’t be hindering your type.”
“Excuse me?” a puzzled Gretchen blurted, “I’m anxious to learn what the hell that means.”
Bonnie teetered in her spot, “Nothing mean or bad, just like, yo weight don’t cancel yer sweet looks, that’s all.”
Gretchen folded her arms, “But what about my type?” she then giggled to ease the nervous tension, “What’s my type?”
“Housewife!” Bonnie peeped while blushing.
Gretchen exploded in a whopper of a thunderous belly laugh, “Housewife!”
Calming down, Gretchen began shuffling toward the door, “Housewife? Get your handbag and make sure you got yer credit card. Housewife”, she added with a snicker.
Down the hall, Gretchen brought up the scale, “We’ll grab the scale on the way out, I wanna see my weight…”
Giggling again about being told she looked like a housewife, Gretchen flung her around Bonnie’s shoulder, “Isn’t that yer new goal, to be a housewife?”
“Yeah but I got plenty of time before I look like a housewife”, Bonnie snorted.
Gretchen simple smirked.
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Re: Momma
by SithChangeLord » Sun Mar 21, 2021 2:22 pm
The last few updates have been great. Eagerly awaiting what comes next.
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Re: Momma
by Matt L. » Wed Apr 07, 2021 11:57 am
~ CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
It took them a few minutes but Gretchen, without much help from Bonnie who was checking her messages on her cell phone, discovered the scale.
Gretchen’s huge derriere shot up in the air as she set the scale down on the cement pavement, causing Bonnie to laugh, “Wide load!”
Gretchen sneered at Bonnie who apologized, “Sorry, I wuz just being funny.”
Gretchen wagged her head, then proceeded to step on the scale. Needing to reign in her belly to fully see the numbers, Gretchen happily screeched, “306-pounds! Wow!”
Bonnie seemed unimpressed, scanning her social media page, she merely snorted, “So you know, so what?”
Gretchen stepped off the scale, encouraging Bonnie to check her weight, “Your turn, little sister, pardon me for being nosy.”
“Are kidding? Didn’t you hear my mom? You only get heavier every time youse stand on it”, Bonnie squawked.
Gretchen fiercely gazed at Bonnie, “Yer mom was making a joke.”
Bonnie wheezed, “I know but it’s still true.”
“Then just close yer eyes and I’ll look at what it says, I won’t tell ya”, Gretchen eagerly coaxed Bonnie.
“No way, Gretel, it will say I’m heavier than what I think, and if I know how heavy I got, I’ll really gonna be a fatty!”
“We’re not going any where until I see how much you weigh”, Gretchen humorously smirked.
Bonnie realized Gretchen wasn’t going to relent, and she closed her eyes yet cringed while stepping on the scale.
Gretchen glimpsed the numbers, 194-pounds, “Okay, you’ll be happy to know you’re below two-hundred pounds.”
In her relief, Bonnie unthinkingly steered her eyes downward, “Does that say 194?”
“It do”, Gretchen concurred, “Now get off; I’m taking the scale with me.”
Bonnie stepped off the scale, “You kin keep it, I’m never gonna weigh myself again.”
Naturally Bonnie kept complaining as the females made tracks to the pickup truck on loan from Albert.
“194-pounds, I’m pathetic, I’m turning into my ma, in a couple months we’ll be sharing clothes!”
Gretchen contentedly listened to Bonnie bellyaching, finding it amusing.
Gretchen hopped into the cab with ease while Bonnie clumsily failed the first time. Taking a few deep breaths and exerting what strength remained in her flabby body, Bonnie was able to successfully climb aboard the pickup truck.
“Shopping for clothes first? Then lunch, and after that grocery shopping?” Gretchen brilliantly smiled.
Bonnie lackadaisically shook her head while checking her social media on her phone, “Does it matter, I’m fat, nice clothes don’t fit me…”she grunted.
Initially Gretchen giggled, “Stop it; I’ll help you pick out sum marvelous clothes that look quite right on you….”
“….but please put away the phone”, Gretchen then huffily added, “It’s rude and insulting, we’re supposed to be having fun together and if you’re not with it, just get out of the truck.”
Bonnie scowled at Gretchen, sincerely feeling the seriousness of her words but more so, realizing that she was being vastly insensitive to her friend.
Bonnie choked up, “I’m sorry fer offending you, yer right; I oughtn’t to be on my phone with having company…”
“Then we’re on the same page?” Gretchen affectionately asked.
Bonnie puffed up her cheeks, “Yeah but um, could I just please text Hawk so he knows I be hang’n with you?”
“Isn’t that being possessive?” Gretchen inquired.
Bonnie began to text Hawk while answering Gretchen, “I don’t know what possessive means? I just think its cool letting him know where I‘m at and what I‘m doing, make sure he doesn’t need me around…”
Gretchen wagged her head in disbelief and sighed, “Go on but after this, yer phones stays in your purse while we’re together.”
Cute/honey: Hawk, how r u, going shopping with Gretel 4 clothes, later cooking supper, sleeping over by Gretel.”
Hawk/44010 : Hey baby beluga, have fun, buy me something.”
Cute/honey: what you want? Name anything.”
Hawk/44010: surprise me.”
Cute/ honey: kewl, I will. What you doing?”
Hawk/44010: watching TV, Illinois vs. Wisconsin college football * gonna have beers later @ Rogets on county rd, join me?”
Cute/honey: can’t making supper with Gretel later but u Rogets raunchy people there, maybe we can do tasty freeze 4 ice cream some time?”
Hawk/44010: LOL!!! We will see in future, bye for now baby b!”
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In reality Hawk was in Huxley, leaning up against his car outside the apartment complex his wife shared with her sister.
Hawk finished his communication with Bonnie as he wife hurried over to him.
“You forgot your sunglasses”, Melinda smiled.
Melinda was a pretty young woman in her mid-twenties, a medical assistant by trade.
Blond hair, delicate features, her figure could be described as slender with a few pounds.
“Thanks”, Hawk uttered, his expression somewhere between wrought and charmed.
Melinda noticed the funky look to Hawk’s face, “What’s up? You’re looking disjointed.”
“Oh, I’m sort of ensnared in an interesting quandary, something that is like a spur in my boot but at the same time, kinda of cute.”
“Are we going to play twenty questions or will you just tell me?” Melinda cracked a curious smile.
Hawk placed his cell phone into his pocket, subsequently lighting up a cigarette.
“A chick I knew in high school, she used to very hot, like your cousin Peggy in Montgomery, sophisticated like her too.”
“Wow, if she’s like Peggy, she’s something to brag about”, Melinda demurely smiled, “You thinking about laying down some pipe with her or just leading her on?”
“That’s the thing”, Hawk continued, She’s really needy coz she’s turned into a fat pig. I mean, she had it all going down, looks, college, didn’t fancy us blue collar guys.”
“No problem there, Hawk”, Melinda buzzed a solution, “Just tell her you wanna be friends.”
Hawk giggled, “I wish it was that easy but Larry just rejected her, and they were high school sweethearts, they’re fondness for each other was incredible. Making matters worse, after Larry gives her the cold shoulder, he hooks up with this gorgeous piece of ass, an accountant broad, and he keep telling me how sweet and committed she is to him to the point they’re talking about moving in together.”
“You need a camera following you for one of those reality TV shows!” Melinda comically stated.
“Tell me about it”, Hawk admitted, “I still think she’s nice, and she is cute for a bacon babe but having been hurt by Larry puts me in a spot.”
“Well, you could set her up with one of your friends”, Melinda suggested, “I know Cajun Sam isn’t very picky or what about Tucker or Bert?”
Hawk wagged his head to the negative, “Nah, they’re all what she would consider….”
A roguish smile interrupted his sullen expression, “…losers.”
“Oh, this gal is still uppity regardless of her porker status”, Melinda’s smile matching Hawks, “She shouldn’t be so fussy, many a good girl done hunt for a prince and ended up a spinster because of her unrealistic standards.”
“Very philosophical, Mel, Bonnie isn‘t the hot commodity anymore”, Hawk coolly addressed Melinda, “I always hoped Bonnie would lose some of that ego and there would be a chance for us. But now, I mean, we had a mutual attraction, physically that is, she wouldn’t move on pass that coz her narrow-mindedness. Labeling me low class.”
“Then you oughtn’t be that concern”, Melinda giggled, “You’re not the only guy who was rejected for superficial reasons. Now it’s the reverse, be friendly but let her know you’re involved with other women, any chance for a serious relationship with her is long gone.”
Hawk momentarily skirted his eyes downward, “That would certainly hurt her”, he said gruffly.
Melinda acknowledged Hawk with a nod, “I see, you’re not up on perusing a relationship but don’t want to ignore her either, right?”
Hawk dauntingly smiled, “Oh no, I’m not going to ignore Bonnie. It was her shallow attitude that kept us apart, she considered me unsuitable for courting, now it’s my turn to make her feel just as flawed.”
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It took them a few minutes but Gretchen, without much help from Bonnie who was checking her messages on her cell phone, discovered the scale.
Gretchen’s huge derriere shot up in the air as she set the scale down on the cement pavement, causing Bonnie to laugh, “Wide load!”
Gretchen sneered at Bonnie who apologized, “Sorry, I wuz just being funny.”
Gretchen wagged her head, then proceeded to step on the scale. Needing to reign in her belly to fully see the numbers, Gretchen happily screeched, “306-pounds! Wow!”
Bonnie seemed unimpressed, scanning her social media page, she merely snorted, “So you know, so what?”
Gretchen stepped off the scale, encouraging Bonnie to check her weight, “Your turn, little sister, pardon me for being nosy.”
“Are kidding? Didn’t you hear my mom? You only get heavier every time youse stand on it”, Bonnie squawked.
Gretchen fiercely gazed at Bonnie, “Yer mom was making a joke.”
Bonnie wheezed, “I know but it’s still true.”
“Then just close yer eyes and I’ll look at what it says, I won’t tell ya”, Gretchen eagerly coaxed Bonnie.
“No way, Gretel, it will say I’m heavier than what I think, and if I know how heavy I got, I’ll really gonna be a fatty!”
“We’re not going any where until I see how much you weigh”, Gretchen humorously smirked.
Bonnie realized Gretchen wasn’t going to relent, and she closed her eyes yet cringed while stepping on the scale.
Gretchen glimpsed the numbers, 194-pounds, “Okay, you’ll be happy to know you’re below two-hundred pounds.”
In her relief, Bonnie unthinkingly steered her eyes downward, “Does that say 194?”
“It do”, Gretchen concurred, “Now get off; I’m taking the scale with me.”
Bonnie stepped off the scale, “You kin keep it, I’m never gonna weigh myself again.”
Naturally Bonnie kept complaining as the females made tracks to the pickup truck on loan from Albert.
“194-pounds, I’m pathetic, I’m turning into my ma, in a couple months we’ll be sharing clothes!”
Gretchen contentedly listened to Bonnie bellyaching, finding it amusing.
Gretchen hopped into the cab with ease while Bonnie clumsily failed the first time. Taking a few deep breaths and exerting what strength remained in her flabby body, Bonnie was able to successfully climb aboard the pickup truck.
“Shopping for clothes first? Then lunch, and after that grocery shopping?” Gretchen brilliantly smiled.
Bonnie lackadaisically shook her head while checking her social media on her phone, “Does it matter, I’m fat, nice clothes don’t fit me…”she grunted.
Initially Gretchen giggled, “Stop it; I’ll help you pick out sum marvelous clothes that look quite right on you….”
“….but please put away the phone”, Gretchen then huffily added, “It’s rude and insulting, we’re supposed to be having fun together and if you’re not with it, just get out of the truck.”
Bonnie scowled at Gretchen, sincerely feeling the seriousness of her words but more so, realizing that she was being vastly insensitive to her friend.
Bonnie choked up, “I’m sorry fer offending you, yer right; I oughtn’t to be on my phone with having company…”
“Then we’re on the same page?” Gretchen affectionately asked.
Bonnie puffed up her cheeks, “Yeah but um, could I just please text Hawk so he knows I be hang’n with you?”
“Isn’t that being possessive?” Gretchen inquired.
Bonnie began to text Hawk while answering Gretchen, “I don’t know what possessive means? I just think its cool letting him know where I‘m at and what I‘m doing, make sure he doesn’t need me around…”
Gretchen wagged her head in disbelief and sighed, “Go on but after this, yer phones stays in your purse while we’re together.”
Cute/honey: Hawk, how r u, going shopping with Gretel 4 clothes, later cooking supper, sleeping over by Gretel.”
Hawk/44010 : Hey baby beluga, have fun, buy me something.”
Cute/honey: what you want? Name anything.”
Hawk/44010: surprise me.”
Cute/ honey: kewl, I will. What you doing?”
Hawk/44010: watching TV, Illinois vs. Wisconsin college football * gonna have beers later @ Rogets on county rd, join me?”
Cute/honey: can’t making supper with Gretel later but u Rogets raunchy people there, maybe we can do tasty freeze 4 ice cream some time?”
Hawk/44010: LOL!!! We will see in future, bye for now baby b!”
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In reality Hawk was in Huxley, leaning up against his car outside the apartment complex his wife shared with her sister.
Hawk finished his communication with Bonnie as he wife hurried over to him.
“You forgot your sunglasses”, Melinda smiled.
Melinda was a pretty young woman in her mid-twenties, a medical assistant by trade.
Blond hair, delicate features, her figure could be described as slender with a few pounds.
“Thanks”, Hawk uttered, his expression somewhere between wrought and charmed.
Melinda noticed the funky look to Hawk’s face, “What’s up? You’re looking disjointed.”
“Oh, I’m sort of ensnared in an interesting quandary, something that is like a spur in my boot but at the same time, kinda of cute.”
“Are we going to play twenty questions or will you just tell me?” Melinda cracked a curious smile.
Hawk placed his cell phone into his pocket, subsequently lighting up a cigarette.
“A chick I knew in high school, she used to very hot, like your cousin Peggy in Montgomery, sophisticated like her too.”
“Wow, if she’s like Peggy, she’s something to brag about”, Melinda demurely smiled, “You thinking about laying down some pipe with her or just leading her on?”
“That’s the thing”, Hawk continued, She’s really needy coz she’s turned into a fat pig. I mean, she had it all going down, looks, college, didn’t fancy us blue collar guys.”
“No problem there, Hawk”, Melinda buzzed a solution, “Just tell her you wanna be friends.”
Hawk giggled, “I wish it was that easy but Larry just rejected her, and they were high school sweethearts, they’re fondness for each other was incredible. Making matters worse, after Larry gives her the cold shoulder, he hooks up with this gorgeous piece of ass, an accountant broad, and he keep telling me how sweet and committed she is to him to the point they’re talking about moving in together.”
“You need a camera following you for one of those reality TV shows!” Melinda comically stated.
“Tell me about it”, Hawk admitted, “I still think she’s nice, and she is cute for a bacon babe but having been hurt by Larry puts me in a spot.”
“Well, you could set her up with one of your friends”, Melinda suggested, “I know Cajun Sam isn’t very picky or what about Tucker or Bert?”
Hawk wagged his head to the negative, “Nah, they’re all what she would consider….”
A roguish smile interrupted his sullen expression, “…losers.”
“Oh, this gal is still uppity regardless of her porker status”, Melinda’s smile matching Hawks, “She shouldn’t be so fussy, many a good girl done hunt for a prince and ended up a spinster because of her unrealistic standards.”
“Very philosophical, Mel, Bonnie isn‘t the hot commodity anymore”, Hawk coolly addressed Melinda, “I always hoped Bonnie would lose some of that ego and there would be a chance for us. But now, I mean, we had a mutual attraction, physically that is, she wouldn’t move on pass that coz her narrow-mindedness. Labeling me low class.”
“Then you oughtn’t be that concern”, Melinda giggled, “You’re not the only guy who was rejected for superficial reasons. Now it’s the reverse, be friendly but let her know you’re involved with other women, any chance for a serious relationship with her is long gone.”
Hawk momentarily skirted his eyes downward, “That would certainly hurt her”, he said gruffly.
Melinda acknowledged Hawk with a nod, “I see, you’re not up on perusing a relationship but don’t want to ignore her either, right?”
Hawk dauntingly smiled, “Oh no, I’m not going to ignore Bonnie. It was her shallow attitude that kept us apart, she considered me unsuitable for courting, now it’s my turn to make her feel just as flawed.”
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