STRANDED By Matt L. & Her Revenge

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Postby Matt L. » Fri Sep 19, 2014 9:18 pm

PART TEN

…….A YEAR AND A HALF LATER …..

Rhonda and Brooke no longer opposed the white trash environment in which they dwelled.
Living in poverty and collecting welfare didn’t seem so bizarre anymore but strictly normal.
In the same mode they became completely comfortable with their appearances, given their status being slim would have been out of the ordinary.

Rhonda had a child with Fletcher, a daughter they named Macintosh and while Fletcher toiled part time hanging dry wall for some private construction company, he was an adequate companion for Rhonda. Fletcher treated Rhonda’s other two children as if they were his own, cleaned and cooked for his woman as well as entertaining her in the bedroom.

Rhonda’s weight fluctuated although settling within the 300-pound range, she still waited on tables twice a week at Moe’s, and would occasionally use her charms in raking in some extra cash by providing a few of the male customers with lap dances.

Brooke had twins, a girl named Ireland while the boy was tagged with Bryce.
Unlike Rhonda, Brooke’s weight continued to soar, eventually outweighing Vance by nearly 100-pounds which definitely delighted the lazy hillbilly.
Brooke remained working at the diner, taking the afternoon or evening shifts a few times a month.
Her locks dyed a cheap shade of blond, a couple more tattoos situated on her body, her vocabulary reflecting a young lady who never made it out of high school.

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Rhonda strolled into the diner, her auburn hair in an ineptly manufactured bouffant style, a wide assortment of cosmetics over her chubby features. The flowing orange and red checkered blouse concealed a reasonable portion of her upper body girth while the black spandex slacks made up for the difference, broadcasting her enormous bubble butt and huge thighs.

Rhonda paused at the counter, her eyes surveying the collection of customers many of which she called her friends.

On the far corner of the establishment sat Danielle breast feeding her baby.

Danielle, all of 275-pounds, was clothed in a denim blouse and ratty sweatpants. Her blond hair straggly, her face genuinely fat. Danielle had quit the diner immediately after giving birth and now shared a trailer with Joey who still worked as a busboy. She collected public aid and had no qualms concerning her domestic role.

Rhonda lit a cigarette while she waited, eventually the waitress known as ’Big Beulah’ wobbled over.

Brooke’s hair was in a short ponytail, the ostentatious blond hue streaked with dark brown, her bangs curled, authentically depicting her tired but moderately pretty features that were acute in all out pudginess. Brooke’s uniform scarcely fit her well-rounded figure, exhibiting her hefty jugs and tremendously big belly, in accurate proportion to her humongous ass and thunder thighs.

Smacking her gum, Brooke gazed at Rhonda like she was just another customer, “Yeah, what kin I get’cha?”

The dynamics of their relationship had changed since their brawl and although memories concerning their former bond remained, they were now at best acquaintances.

Rhonda was actually closer to Sue who had become something of a surrogate sister to her.
Sue now resided in a broken down trailer, had gained a whopping amount of weight and was involved with two different men. One of which provided the seed that produced her daughter. Needless to say, Sue was anxious for another baby and working on it.

Rhonda spoke in an indifferent tone, “A couple beef sandwiches with cheese and hot peppers too go. French fries too.”

Brooke wrote the order down, failing to make eye contact as she uttered, “Be a minute.”

Rhonda look a drag from her smoke, vigorously scratching her huge billowing belly, her fingertips deeply rooted in the flab.

Brooke brought the order to the cook, noticing a half eaten cheeseburger in the large plastic dirty dish bin, she quickly gobbled it up. Licking her fingers as Joey walked by her, “Gonna take my 15-minute break.”

Brooke nodded and watched as Joey joined Danielle at her table, bestowing his woman a delicate kiss. Brooke couldn’t help too smile.

Once the food was up, Brooke grabbed it and wobbled over to cash register, acknowledging Rhonda who was standing near by with her cigarette dangling from her lips, “Yer order’s ready, Lou.”

Rhonda dug into her cheap leather imitation purse, “How’z much the charge?”

“$9.90”, Brooke replied.

Rhonda handed Brooke a ten spot, “Keep the change.”

Rhonda turned around as Brooke removed a dime from out of the cash register’s draw.

“Wait a minute”, said Brooke, an awkward grin to her lips.

Rhonda slowly rotated her butterball figure into Brooke’s direction, “Yeah?”

Brooke waddled from behind the counter, “Wuz wondering if you might be able to spare a smoke?”

Rhonda gazed at Brooke with haunting eyes, “Yeah, sure.”

Digging into her purse, Rhonda removed the package of Camels and handed it to Brooke.

Nothing was said as Brooke withdrew the cigarette and then handed the package back to Rhonda.

Although Rhonda did light the cigarette for her.

“Ain’t seen ya at Moe’s in a long time”, Rhonda remarked as Brooke took an extended drag.

“Nah, muh wild days are done gone by, I hardly go out anywhere except fer work or whenz I hang out with Amber and Kim and the girls.”

Rhonda nodded, “That correct? Well I’z be getting mo accustomed to the y’ know, housework and shit too but I have sum fun still when I work at Moe’s.”

“Ain’t seen Suzy in a long time, she still be partying there?” Brooke asked.

Rhonda nodded, “Yup, she has two boyfriends, neither worth my snot but she seems to like ’em. See how fat she’s got?”

Brooke took a drag then giggled, “I hardly recognized her last time she wuz in.”

Rhonda and Brooke grinned in sync.

“See ya round, honey”, Rhonda politely uttered just as she turned toward the door.

Brooke shook her head, “Yup!”


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It was long after midnight, Rhonda waiting on tables at Moe’s while Fletcher was tending to the children at home.

Downing a shot of Old Thunder Bird, Rhonda grabbed her serving tray and then ventured over to a table occupied by a small group of old men.

Rhonda’s curly auburn mane trailing over her shoulders, the overabundance of makeup rendering her round face severely trashy.

Rhonda held the tray to her hip as she congenially spoke to the males that were all well into their sixties.

“You fellas ready fer another round?” Rhonda said with a cheesy smile, slanting her figure down enough too give them a peak at her hefty jugs.
Their lopsided grins displaying their approval.

Rhonda’s garb included a cotton T-shirt, black in color with Moe’s written in big block yellow letters, a dirty apron of a burgundy hue and the faintness shade of blue spandex slacks.
Naturally the garments showed off spherical shaped figure.

The men agreed to another round of beers.

Rhonda flirtatiously ran her fingers through the thinning hair of one the males, “Be right back!” she squeaked.

It took Rhonda only a few minutes to wobble back over to the men; her seductive gait had long since evaporated.

“Hey, I wanna ask ya a question”, one of the guys, Carl Teller said with a funky grin.

Rhonda charmingly smiled back at Carl, “Sure thing, questions cost nut’ in.”

“We’re having a poker game next Saturday night, me and the guys, you know. Anyhow, we be wondering if you would like to drop by too make sandwiches and grab beers. We’ll pay ya, give ya nice tips.”

Rhonda held her hand to her immensely paunchy belly and fluttered her eyes, “Lap dances be included?”

Rhonda’s popularity in lap dances had dipped over time as she became heavier. The male customers preferred the other waitress who weighed less than Rhonda despite every one of them being quite plump themselves. Rhonda was desperate in making extra cash; lap dances an easy way of making it.
Furthermore, even though Fletcher did supply her needs, she couldn’t resist her inner bimbo.

“Yeah, honey”, Carl smiled as he traced the upper portion of Rhonda’s thigh with his finger.
“Lap dances are fine.”

Rhonda placed her hand over Carl’s shoulders, holding it firmly, “The back room’s unoccupied. What bout a sneak peak, I’ll only charge ya five bucks.”

“You fellas excuse me fer a few”, said Carl while climbing to his feet, “I best be taking advantage of the bargain.”

Carl’s companions mildly chuckled as Rhonda grabbed Carl’s hand and they disappeared into the backroom.

The back room at Moe’s was intentionally set up for lap dances. The only furniture was a chair and small table. Rhonda flicked open the switch, the room became dense in red light, and she shut the door.

Rhonda escorted Carl to the chair, lowering him in position, subsequently turning on the radio that buzzed hillbilly music.

Rhonda did an irregular style of two step before handling the back of Carl’s head, gently bringing his face to her amply endowed cleavage. Rhonda squeakily giggled as Carl gently nibbled on the squishy tissue. Releasing Carl’s head, Rhonda proceeded to march around him before turning around and gliding her corpulent bubble butt in his direction.

Teasingly rolling her ass and thrusting it outward, the fatty tissue quivering as she began shaking it.

“Take a squeeze or swat it! Whatever pleases you!”

“Might as well get my money’s worth”, Carl said as he reached out and squeezed a handful of her chubby butt cheek.

Rhonda spun around, grabbing Carl’s shoulder and proceeded to rub her hooters in his face.

“For another five dollars I’ll take off my top and give ya a better look, even let you massage them sum if it suits you.”

“I might like that”, Carl uttered, then added, “But I’m thinking two dollars.”

Rhonda brought her lips to Carl’s ear, her breasts pressing up against his chest, her belly sliding over his lap, “two dollars and you buy me a shot of vodka.”

“Ten dollars all day and you buy me a shot and a beer”, Carl replied.

Emitting a squeal of an air-head giggle, Rhonda pulled up her T-shirt, the flimsy material catching her breasts, causing her to briefly pause as she shifted her knockers with her hand in order to go topless.

Rhonda tossed her T-shirt backward, slapping her bulbous belly that protruded outward, “You kin totally rub my belly too if ya want too!”

“Shit, honey”, Carl manically chuckled, “I’ll give it a whirl.”

Rhonda held hand to her hips as Carl brushed his fingers down the curvature of her belly, “Gonna wear some’thin scandalous for the poker game?”

Carl flicked Rhonda’s navel ring and then patted her imposing gut as she replied, “I’ll be scantily clothed, count on it, fella.”

Rhonda then unhooked her bra, letting her big ripe melons fall into Carl’s hands.

Carl ran his thumb over Rhonda’s nipples, his fingers favoring her breasts with an adequate massage.
Rhonda purred, lunging her arms over Carl’s shoulders, softly hummed, “I don’t think y’all be playing much cards with me round but I stand me to make a whole lot of cash.”

Carl delicately squeeze Rhonda’s boob, “I ain’t gonna argue with’cha there.”
Rhonda giggled through her smile, “Shit, yeah honey!”



**** Over time Rhonda became increasingly lazier and heavier, giving up her waitress gig at Moe’s and contentedly slipped into her unassuming trailer trash status. ****



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Around midnight, Brooke and Vance arriving home to their trailer after spending the evening at the annual carnival. Once Brooke had put the kids to bed, she joined Vance in the bedroom.

Brooke was now wearing her hair shorter, manufactured into a loosely tied ponytail, the hue a dull shade of what was supposed to be strawberry blond. The chubbiness of Brooke’s features had intensified, her cheeks outrageously swollen, her double chin quite plump.
Her milky white skin blotchy, her teeth yellow and crooked.

Brooke entered the bedroom, untying her ponytail with one hand, using the other too gnaw on a piece of cold spam.

A couple more tattoos were added to her body, a small heart over her right boob while her right forearm displayed a dagger and a scorpion over her right shoulder.

Brooke peered over at Vance who was already in bed, gobbling up the spam; she proceeded to lick her fingers before getting undressed.

Brooke made sure she looked especially nice for the evening out with her family. The long sleeved blouse was of a maternity style, long and flowing, cherry red in color, the Confederate flag over her breast. It fit Brooke fairly well; low cut to show off her walloping large knockers and somewhat diminished the size of her huge corpulent belly. By this point Brooke outweighed Vance by 75-pounds, her belly outmatching his in size. The slacks however were her usual everyday wear, dark blue spandex, well-faded due to multiple washings. Brooke’s wardrobe was by and large spandex material, though in her closet were a couple pair of sweatpants that were in poor condition and several old fashion style housedresses. But she wanted to look nice and up to date for her family, spandex slacks the best option.

Brooke’s chunky waist exhibited a few rolls, her hips ever so the child baring variety were radically wide.

Brooke wobbled toward the bed upon removing all but her undergarments. A generic category second hand bra and conventional fat lady panties with ruffles over the elastic waistband.

Brooke’s ass had notably inflated, a humongous bubble butt as round as her belly but a tad larger in size while her thighs were definitely the jumbo variety.

Brooke lit a cigarette, softly grunting after taking the first drag.

“Got too go to the market tomorrow, babe, need fixings for them chicken pot pies I be making for Kim’s party.”

Brooke’s voice sounding all the more uneducated, the hillbilly drawl completely authentic.

“Sure, hon, first thing in the afternoon”, Vance replied.

Brooke engaged in another drag, her eyes swerving downward, a pensive expression filling out her cheeks.

“Sum’thin on yer mind, pumpkin?” Vance inquired.

Brooke shook her head, taking another drag before replying.

“Yup, be best if I square it with you right away. I have an awful itch to expand our family.”

“You fer real?” Vance laughed.

“Fuck yeah, honey!” Brooke joined in with the laughter.

“I’z sees it this way. We be getting mo cash from public aid, food stamps too. Damn, I could quit the fucking diner and just look af’ta the kids and you.”

“Damn! You is one smart woman”, Vance giddily announced, “When you want to start.”

Brooke enthusiastically grinned, “Right now too soon?”

“Nope!” Vance chuckled.

Brooke dropped the cigarette into the empty beer can that substituted for an ashtray, subsequently climbing into bed where she laid down and began the struggle in removing her panties.

Vance came to her aid, helping Brooke slide her panties down her huge blubbery thighs.

“I’m a bit hungry, so let’s do it fast. We kin screw again after muh snack”, said Brooke as she reached over to kiss Vance.

“Whatever you say, Beulah.”

The mating commenced.


**** Brooke’s plan worked far better than she thought it would. Brooke became pregnant, quit the diner and received more in public aid. In the course of ten years Brooke had four more babies.
Brooke no longer found living in poverty or being overweight challenging but instead happily engaged in her role as the stereotypical white trash - hillbilly housewife.
Brooke eventually obtained a final tattoo over her left forearm, a heart with the names Vance and Beulah on opposite sides. ****



FINIS


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EPILOGUE


Kayla entered the diner first, her roaming brown mane sweeping her shoulders, her curvaceous figure in a tube top and shorts. An attractive young lady right behind her.

Kayla gestured over to Gretel who was seated at her usual table drinking a cup of black coffee and reading an old copy of ‘The Reader’s Digest’.

“This way”, Kayla said with a seemingly mischievous smirk and then escorted the woman over to the gypsy.

Gretel ardently scrutinized the woman even before she reached her table.

Her black hair in a stylish short hairdo, flattering her charming features.
Her garb, a pin-stripped back blazer and matching skirt, her figure lean basically athletic looking.

Kayla introduced her as Abigail Dawson, an employee of the Internal Revenue Service.

“Take a seat, chippy, care for a bite to eat or something to drink?” Gretel’s voice in a warm surreal tone.


Abigail pulled out the chair, adjusting the flow of her skirt before sitting down in front of Gretel.

“Actually a cola would be nice.”

Gretel nodded at Kayla who took off to fetch the soft drink.


Gretel immediately noticed the burning intelligence radiating from her eyes, and her voice reeked of sophistication.

“There seems to be a glitch in your previous year text form, it appears that you receive an abundance of income from local businesses that aren’t clear. I’d like to take a look at your receipts and perhaps any records that you may keep.”

“Take you twenty-four hours if not a day more”, Gretel rattled off; “I hope your schedule allows for an extended stay in Huntsville.”

Abigail nodded, “I need to stay as long as it takes. Overnight should suffice. What about that motel I noticed on my drive in? Is it adequate lodging?”

“Well, sweetie, they don’t have much to offer but I have a spare room in my cottage that is very comfortable.”

“I’m not sure_”, Abigail paused as Kayla set the cola in front of her.
“Thank you, miss”, Abigail courteously grinned.
Kayla smiled back, subsequently taking a position behind Gretel.

Abigail continued after sipping her cola, “I wouldn’t want to be in your way, I’ll just register at the motel.”

Gretel mildly chuckled, “In my way? I dare say not. At my cottage you can look over my records and see my receipts. I’ll even make ya a big old fashion breakfast that’ll stick to your ribs.”

“I think Miss Abigail would be quite fond of your buttermilk too, aunt Gretel”, Kayla convincingly blathered.

“As long as I’m not an inconvenience, I don’t see why not.”

Gretel’s wayward smile brought dimples to her pudgy cheeks, “Of course not, I have a room that’s perfect for you. Just perfect.”


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Re: STRANDED By Matt L. & Her Revenge

Postby Junketh71 » Sun Sep 21, 2014 2:39 pm

This is a truly epic story. Thanks for sharing! :)
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Re: STRANDED By Matt L. & Her Revenge

Postby Matt L. » Sun Sep 21, 2014 9:29 pm

Hello Junketh71,
I'm very pleased that you enjoyed the story, it was a fun story to write. Her Revenge deserves a lot of credit with spicing up the story and his additional scenes and plot developments.

I hope you'll take a look at my newest story, "The Fattening Chronicles". There's something for everyone in this series of five unrelated stories.

Cheers, Matt
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Re: STRANDED By Matt L. & Her Revenge

Postby div » Mon Sep 22, 2014 7:54 am

Truly epic and most enjoyable a story it is. It has to end somehow. Still this end seems to be a little weak and leaves an unfinished feel if only to a degree. I know that a writer can grow tired of a story and when some more interesting ideas pass by he just may seize the opportunity and leave before getting completely stuck or ruining what cannot be saved.

Keep on the good work!

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Re: STRANDED By Matt L. & Her Revenge

Postby Matt L. » Mon Sep 22, 2014 6:13 pm

Hello Div,
I appreciate your thoughts and glad that you enjoyed the story.
You have a valid point concerning the conclusion of “Stranded”. After spending almost 2 years writing the serial, along with Her Revenge, I wanted to move on to other things, wanting to wrap things up as early as Part Eight. Although this wouldn’t have happened because by the time I reached the second draft of Part Eight, I had already written the first draft of Part Nine.

It was an entertaining story to write, especially brain storming with Her Revenge who is about as creative a mind as there is. The only exception would be the short stories that I composed with Greinskyn a few years ago.

The original ending which would have left the door open for a sequel and which Her Revenge came up with concerned a female pop band becoming lost and ending up in Huntsville.
By the time I reached Part Nine it seems that Her Revenge was much too busy to contribute any further and thus I wrote the epilogue with the young lady from the Internal Revenue Service.
This still leaves the door open for a sequel but a much shorter story.

Thanks everyone for reading.
Cheers, Matt
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Re: STRANDED By Matt L. & Her Revenge

Postby B$fan » Mon Sep 22, 2014 9:25 pm

Great story and I also really love the Fattening chronicles, and can't help but hope you will control now that, maybe with a story where a character gets pretty darn sloppy.

Regardless as always you are a supreme talent and a gift to the genre.
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Re: STRANDED By Matt L. & Her Revenge

Postby Matt L. » Mon Sep 22, 2014 10:02 pm

Hello B$fan,
Thank you for the kind remarks. I'm half way through the first draft of the next three stories of that series, there's some slob element in one of them.

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Re: STRANDED By Matt L. & Her Revenge

Postby dev111 » Tue Sep 23, 2014 10:16 am

Kinda agree about the ending being a bit meh, especially when you'd finally introduced the pig farmer in the last chapter! Would've liked to see Gretel get her comeuppance at the end too.

Would've been nice if you'd sorted the difference between "to" and "too" earlier. I appreciate some of this is a year or two old and I didn't notice it much in the later chapters but it really grated on me.

Still an enjoyable read. (hopefully not coming across too critical!)
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Re: STRANDED By Matt L. & Her Revenge

Postby Matt L. » Sat Sep 27, 2014 5:57 pm

Hello Dev111,
I welcome criticism, and appreciate your comments.

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Re: STRANDED By Matt L. & Her Revenge

Postby cane4kaa » Thu Jul 28, 2016 11:09 pm

Best story
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