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Re: Momma

Postby her revenge » Thu Jun 04, 2020 5:19 am

As ever exquisite! I can't wait to read more
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Re: Momma

Postby Matt L. » Fri Jun 05, 2020 9:11 pm

Thank you everyone for the feedback, I appreciate it very much.

Now without further ado, the surprise...

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Re: Momma

Postby Matt L. » Fri Jun 05, 2020 9:15 pm

“A surprise for me? I don’t know what to say!” Gretchen chirped.

Mabel gently took Gretchen’s hand and helped her out of the chair.

“Just a minute”, Mabel said in an almost serious tone, “No need to wear your hair so stylish now…”
Mabel removed the bobbie-pins which manufactured Gretchen’s regal looking hairstyle, her locks dropping downward, trailing over the top of her shoulders.

Gretchen favored Albert with a cute smile, her voice sounding especially exciting, “This is so cool!”

Mabel held unto to Gretchen’s hand, escorting her to the surprise, Albert walking behind them.

Gretchen’s gait was a tinge wobbly, though she moved at quick pace, Mabel securing her one hand while she swung her other hand over Gretchen’s waist in which to steady her.

Gretchen turned around while in step, giddily looking at Albert, “Hey babe! Did you know about this?”

Albert nodded, his smile inflating his pudgy cheeks, “Yup! But it was all Mommas’ idea! She wants to me you feel comfortable!”

“Oh momma!” Gretchen called Mabel, her lighthearted emotion corresponding with her lightheadedness, “You’re too much!”

“I hope you like it, Gretel”, Mabel breezy replied, “I’m very fond of you, I consider you family!”

Gretchen made a silly face and giggled, “You call me Gretel!”

They turned the corner toward the corridor where the bedrooms were situated, Gretchen elatedly asking, “You’re really fond of me?”

Mabel loudly chuckled, “Well to be honest, there a couple things about you that annoy me!”

Firmly squeezing Gretchen’s hand, Mable continued, “But we’ll iron them out don’t ya worry!”

Finally reaching a closed door, the trio paused, Mabel delicately running her fingers through Gretchen’s mane, “You’re practically like an adoptive daughter to me, my fondness is genuine and full of affection.”

Gretchen’s mindset was heavily affected by the chemically treated chocolate, her cognitive thought discombobulated; consequently her emotional state was inappropriately revved up, much like her ecstatic mood.

Gretchen tightly embraced Mabel, engulfed in her fat, “Aww, you’re like a mom to me too!”

“Okay, Gretel, open the door”, Mabel whispered.

Gretchen opened the door and flicked on the light switch, the light illuminating what would be her own bedroom in the mansion.

However the room was decorated for a teenage girl or at least a young woman with a stilted maturity.

There was a queen size bed with large pillows, the bedspread decorated with cartoon roses, a colorful throw rug covering the floor. There were two large dressers, a wide and heavy looking nightstand with a lamp, and several bookcases full of books and magazine.
Gretchen hadn’t a clue but the books were teenage variety romance novels, and volumes upon volumes of housework and circa 1950’s female etiquette manuals, and a few cooking and rural reference books thrown in. Included in the magazines were various comic books which featured Disney characters, vintage Mad magazine, Scooby-Do comics, Modern Housewife- dating from the 1960‘s through the 70‘s - video game publications, and gossip newspapers.

The walls were painted a subdued pink hue but there was a few posters for decorations - Kim Possible, a unicorn surround by rainbows, hearts and stars, and one of Barbie wearing a straw cowboy hat, clad in overalls and holding a pitchfork. On another wall were shelves with a collection of stuff animals.

A big screen TV, two adequate size chairs and a full-size lazy boy rocker, snack trays, and off to the side a vanity table which was better suited for a high school freshman.

Gretchen covered her mouth, waving her free arm up and down as she excitedly spun around.

Mabel turned around, telling Albert, “You see boy, I told you she’d like it.”

Gretchen had no clue how bizarre her room looked, in her strange state of mind; she was thoroughly captivated with it. Gretchen quickly hugged Mabel, kissing her cheek, doing the same to Albert.

Albert blushed and dropped his head; Gretchen dug her fingertips into his belly fat and tickled him.

“You jerk!” Gretchen humorously squealed while tickling Albert, “You knew all about this all along and didn’t tell me!”

Albert’s belly jiggled at the tickling, and he roared with laughter, “You like it then!”

“Damn! I think it’s marvelous!” Gretchen shouted, finishing off the tickling with a belly slap.

Albert laughed harder when Gretchen’s hand connected with his belly; Mabel however wasn’t pleased with Gretchen’s remark.

“Gretel! Language!”

For a brief second Gretchen surrendered her happy moment to embarrassment, and she apologized, “Sorry Momma, I was…I just got carried away.”

“I understand your glee but remember your gender; you’re not no lumberjack or long shore man!”

Gretchen shook her head, Mabel following through her urge to show kindness, hugged Gretchen, “Its okay, I’m delighted you’re pleased with your room.

“Gretchen recovered her mood, “That it do!” she announced with a lopsided grin.

“Then of course you’ll spend the night?” Mabel hopefully grinned.

Gretchen looked around her room, positively in wonderment, “I’d like to but all my things are at the motel”, she giggled.

“Oh frilly-frat!” Mabel said while roping her arm around Gretchen’s waist, “Albert can pick up your things tomorrow!”

“In that case, sure…” Gretchen buzzed, “This is the cutest bedroom, I appreciate it, it’s totally cool, so cool! Thank you, both of you!”

Albert, who had been basically a spectator for the previous few minutes finally chimed in, “Since you’re staying over, join me in the family room, I’m going to play Commando Mission Zero, you can watch!”

Gretchen tossed back her lovely blond locks, elevating her chin, teasingly conveying, “What if I wanna watch a movie?”

Albert tucked in his chin, holding his hands to his waist, “You for real?”

“Nah, I was kidding! I’d love to watch you play your game!”

Mabel half-smiled, “Not too late now, hear? I want the game off at Midnight; Gretel has chores tomorrow, and so does Albert.”

Albert complied with a nod and a toned-down, “Yes ma’am.”
Gretchen on the other hand responded with laughter, “You called me Gretel again!”

Mabel faked a serious tone, “I suppose you’d want me to fix you some snacks?”

Again there was an opposing direction to each of their replies, Albert was wholeheartedly in for snacks while Gretchen was indecisive, “I’m not sure, I ate so much tonight.”

Mabel sighed, “Girl, tomorrow you’re planning to tame the wolf minding your appetite, eat up while you can.”

The elder woman could tell by Gretchen’s wrought with anxiety expression that she was on the fence.

“It ain’t no old wives tale or cracker-barrel wisdom…” Mabel syrupy smiled, “…follow what your tummy tells you.”

Gretchen initially wagged her head with a frown but a split second later, happily grinned, “Oh shoot, it would be bad manners turning down a snack after you’ve been bending over backwards obliging me!”
“You’ve just showed me you’ve a fine upstanding mantle and full of respect, a courteous girl never turns down food!” Mabel beamed.

Mabel chuckled, addressing both of them, “How does pizza rolls, sandwiches and cookies sound?”

Albert sounded off, “Thanks, Momma!” while Gretchen responded with a silly smirk, frivolously muttering, “Good thing I’m committed to walking or else I’d be jumbo size for sure!”

Slanting toward Mabel, Gretchen sweetly added, “But thank you for your hospitality, I’ll worry about my weight tomorrow.”

Mabel boldly rifled back, “Shucks honey, you’ll needn’t worry about your figure, I’ll keep a keen eye on it!”

Gretchen blushed, unaware of the correct meaning behind Mabel’s remark, “You’re so thoughtful.”

Mabel marched out of the room to prepare the snacks, on route to the family room; Gretchen caught Albert by surprised by grabbing hold of his rotund belly.

Gretchen acknowledged Albert’s bewilderment while giving his blubber a squeeze, “When I tickled you, you felt so cuddly.”

Albert didn’t know what to say or how to react which benefited him.
“I had a boyfriend a bit on the chubby side, maybe big bellies…”

Gretchen pulled her hands away from Albert’s gut, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t done that. It’s inappro…inappro…“, for some reason Gretchen had a difficult time coming up with the word, inappropriate, thus relying on an easier approach to get her message across, “it’s wrong.”


Albert found some courage and put his arm around Gretchen’s shoulder as they continued their trek to the family room, “Nah, its fine. I never knew that about you.”

Gretchen was a little embarrassed and very confused, was she really attracted to Albert?

“Well, since I’ll be here five days a week, I think we’ll discover lots of stuff about each other, some good, some not so good”, Gretchen willingly admitted.

“I can’t believe there’s anything bad about you”, Albert replied.

“You know what, that’s all water under the bridge, this is a chance for a fresh start..” Gretchen said as they entered the family room, unaware of the statement’s providence, “..I’m a sweet naïve country girl with big dreams!”

Albert grabbed the specific game he was going to play and started up his gaming system.

Gretchen slid into Mabel’s huge lazy-boy recliner, “Did that sound corny?” she covered her lips, trying to conceal her giggle.

Albert grabbed his joystick and sat down on the floor right beside Gretchen.

“I don’t think so, I think you’d make a fine country girl.”

Gretchen was still reigning in the effects of the chemically treated chocolate, “Yeah it ain’t so fast pace here, you know? Like a leisurely world where people still r’member saying thank you and please, and nobody stares at you when you order an extra large banana split. You got a Dairy Queen around here?”
Albert concurred all the way, “I don’t know about Dairy Queen but on the way to Syler City there’s a Tasty Freeze. But you’re right I guess, I haven’t any idea what big city life is like, only heard about it. But I know you’re better off living in the country.”

Gretchen was compelled to remove her footwear and socks, muttering fervently, “The city is crowded, lots of ignorant folks, and pressure to con….con…”

Gretchen cognitive thought had gone haywire, she couldn’t come up with the word conform, and settled for. “…fit in. Look and act a certain way, it’s hard too coz all your friends are like rivals too, you got to dress better, look better, out here you come and go as you please, nobody thinks different.”

Albert was knee deep in his game, putting in much effort to stay attentive to Gretchen, “True, true, very true. We’re down to earth, easy going.”

Gretchen became engross in Albert’s game, oddly enough, like never before, cheering him on.
Gretchen’s head rocking back and forth, and sideways, her body swaying, automatically mimicking Albert’s movements. Profoundly thrilled at watching Albert and the game as well.

Mabel soon walked back into the family, smiling at the sight of Gretchen’s bare feet, chuckling within her thoughts, “She done mocked the idea of a female being bare foot and pregnant, and she’s partially there!”

Mabel set a large serving tray onto the snack tray, clapped her hands to get their attention, “Provisions have arrived!”

Albert mumbled thank you, Gretchen bolted off the chair, helping herself to pizza rolls, cookies and a cheese sandwich.

“Thanks Momma, um I mean Mabel; you don’t mind me borrowing your chair?” Gretchen awkwardly smiled.

“Whatever makes you comfortable, honey, same goes with calling me Momma”, Mabel serenely answered.

Gretchen popped a pizza roll into her mouth, tingling with goose-bumps as she was bushwhacked by s sentimental feeling.

Gretchen discreetly addressed Mabel while chewing on the pizza roll, “My mom wasn’t too cool about me snacking, she’d make insensitive comments about my appetite and figure, you’re so different it’s spooky…”

“I appreciate the compliment”, Mabel smiled.

Gretchen took a swig of cola, subsequently another pizza roll, “It was difficult getting down to a weight that satisfied my mom, my appetite was off the charts and I’m not very disciplined….”

Gretchen picked up a paper plate and began loading it up with two sandwiches‘, pizza rolls and cookies, “…The pounds dropped off and I got skinny, but I did it for me, not mom…”

Mabel placed her hand over Gretchen’s shoulders, “That must have been a stressful time for you, now you’re beyond all that.”

Mabel wiped away Gretchen’s bangs, “You’ll get no criticism from me, only my support.”

Gretchen heaved a melodious sigh, Mabel grinned, looking over Gretchen’s shoulder at Albert, “I’m interrupting game night! Have fun with Albert, I’ll check up on you two in an hour.”

Gretchen returned to Mabel’s chair as the elder woman waddled out of the room.

Gretchen felt liberated from her diet, for at least that night, gobbling sandwiches, cookies and pizza rolls, and relishing four cans of cola - a big no-no in adequately watching her waistline.
Albert ate as well but nothing in comparison to Gretchen.

Gretchen became so intensely involved in Albert’s game that she slowly maneuvered herself out of the chair and eventually positioned herself next to Albert on the carpet.

Albert appeared to be messing up; Gretchen bumped against him, and grabbed the controller, “I can handle this, chubs!”

Albert giggled, retrieving the controller, which caused Gretchen to momentarily pout, he pointed to the huge black box where rested near the play station.
“Get the other controller! I’ll create a character for you and we can play together!”

Gretchen didn’t waste a minute, scrambling toward the box on her hands and knees.

Upwards about 45-minutes later, Mabel returned to the family room to sound of laughing and screaming.

“Keep it down you too, its after Ten O’clock, decent people are already asleep!”

Albert readily apologized, although a goofy smirk took to Gretchen’s pretty face and she let loose a screeching giggle. Mabel wasn’t amused by it but the manner in which Gretchen was sitting on the carpet provoked her ire.

“Watch the way you’re sitting, Missy! It’s unbecoming for a girl and you’re wrinkling your dress!”

“But I’m not wearing it tomorrow”, a hint of a whine in Gretchen’s voice.

“Don’t sass me back!”

Gretchen reeled her head in fear but quickly realized she needed to apologize, “Yes ma’am, I’m sorry”, she said glumly.

In a heartbeat, Mabel’s iron disposition flipped over, “Well, I was about to say lights out in 15-minutes but you’re having such fun, you kids can have another hour”, she blissfully chuckled.

Albert and Gretchen thanked Mabel, resuming the game; of course Gretchen adjusted her position on the carpet not to further wrinkle her dress.

Mabel reviewed the empty serving tray, giddily presuming Gretchen ate well.

Yet Mabel wanted to make sure the substance within the chocolate was during its trick and she cleverly chirped, “This should hold y’all! I had ice cream planned for a backup!”

“In a little bit, Momma!” Albert giggled, “I gotta learn Gret the game!”
On the other hand, Gretchen’s face lit up, “Ice cream!”

Gretchen in rapid fire session, put her character on hold, playfully and gently smacking Albert in the arm, “Learn Gret how to play da game!”, then using the chair as leverage, climbed to her feet.

“Where ya go’in?” Albert asked, rubbing his arm, “We’re just about to invade Italy!”

Gretchen comically marched toward Mabel, “Conquer Italy by yer-self, I want Ice cream!”

Albert teasingly referred to Gretchen as a dork, and she paused on route out of the room with Mabel, “You’re the dork!”

Reaching the kitchen, Mabel pointed to a chair, “Sit down, I’ll get your ice cream! Two scoops or one?”

A gawky smiled appeared over Gretchen face, and she sat with her shoulders hunched over, “Two, two please! I’m starting my diet tomorrow!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Mabel giggled while preparing the bowl of ice cream, 5 scoops in all, “Yeah girlie, you’ll start minding the calories, so eat your full!”

“What flavor?” Gretchen uttered.

Mabel turned around, “Straighten that posture!”

“Yes, ma’am!” Gretchen did as she was told.

Mable sweetly smiled, “Chocolate chip, you want chocolate syrup too?”

“Please, thank you.”

Mabel was overly generous with the chocolate syrup.

A moment later Gretchen was enjoying the ice cream, Mabel pointed a finger at her, “Stay there”, she said in an almost harsh tone before slipping out of the room.

Gretchen had finished majority of the ice cream when Mabel returned, once again rehashing her diet and how much she appreciated Mabel’s kindness and surplus of food.

“I know in California where I plan to move, all the girls are so glamorous, I have to fit in, being similar to them its important to be slim and trim…”

Mabel was busy at the small kitchen counter, cheerily interrupting Gretchen, “You’ve outgrown our small town? Too bad, we like you here; you’re the regular grain, a modest minded female, right?”

Gretchen giggled, “What do regular grain mean?”

Gretchen finished her activity at the counter and sat down at the table along side Gretchen, placing a glass of buttermilk before her.

“Regular grain is language used by us country folks. It means you’re a member of our clan, share the same roots. Coming from up north, maybe you wouldn’t understand, lots of city people especially call us silly country bumpkins but the truth is in the mix. We all are hardworking people, have simple values, don’t cotton to what society says is normal, we take stock in ourselves. Maybe in California you’ll fit in, match up to their standards, but its all artificial if it’s not the real you.”

Gretchen lowered her eyes, slurping away a sample of ice cream off the spoon, “I do like it here and I’m not going anytime soon, Y’know College ain’t cheap.”

Mabel leaned in toward Gretchen, her smile puffing up her chubby cheeks to twice their size, “Maybe your modesty might overcome such things?”

Gretchen finished up the ice cream and sighed, “Like I said, I like living in Hanson, and I cherish knowing Albert and you, but I’m guessing my potential is wasted here.”

Mabel laughed so hard her bulbous belly bounced, “The importance to your potential isn’t quelled by where you live! No, girlie, your potential develops from the resources that are available and experiences.”

Gretchen rubbed her nose, “That’s all too heavy for me to digest. You’re like an information genius or something.”

“Well enough talk, go finish the game with Albert”, Mabel pleasantly told Gretchen.
“Yeah, totally!” Gretchen giggled.

As Gretchen was about to stand, Mabel gestured to the glass of buttermilk, “I poured that for you my dear. I’m worried you’re so keyed up with the game, you’ll have a hard time getting to sleep.”

“Buttermilk helps?”

“It couldn’t hurt!” Mabel exclaimed.

Gretchen danced her fingernails upon the table, “Yeah, yeah maybe that would help. I feel sort of overtired.”

Gretchen polished off the buttermilk in a couple gulps, favoring Mabel with a smile after wiping her lips, “I hope you aren’t upset with me going back to school and like. California. For what it’s worth, this community, the folks and youse especially, it ain’t easy for me to move on coz I’ve gotten so use to living here.”

Gretchen picked up the empty bowl and glass, giggling on her way to the sink, “Wouldn’t it be crazy if I did decide to stay here!”

“You’d be crazy if you didn’t!” Mabel giggled back, “But I’ve found my potential! Now go join Albert, I’ll finish up those dishes.”

Gretchen literally skipped out of the kitchen, Mabel shouting, albeit cheerfully, “Remember you got vacuuming and windows to wash tomorrow!”

Mabel pondered to the extreme once Gretchen was out of the kitchen.
“You’re too sweet and without airs for California, you’re right at home here. Certainly Gretel will realize this when she grows into a real country girl.”

“About time you got back, I had to conquer Italy by myself!” Albert squawked.
Gretchen answered back as she took her position besides Albert and turned her character back on, “Italy couldn’t have been much of a challenge if you conquered it by yourself!”

Albert giggled, “I liked you better when you were in the kitchen!”
Gretchen swerved her body into Albert, “Afraid of playing against a girl?”

“You’re on, we’re play against each other in North Africa!” Albert uttered firmly.

“Get ready to have your butt kicked!”

It was then that the drug which Mabel added into the buttermilk took affect; Gretchen was met with dizziness, everything going black.


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Re: Momma

Postby resupplied69 » Fri Jun 05, 2020 9:59 pm

Another brilliant update. Those Californian dreams are going to slip from Gretchen’s grasp as she helplessly balloons back up again.
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Re: Momma

Postby blurmy » Sat Jun 06, 2020 3:16 am

Excellent as always, can't wait to see how Gretel settles in.
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Re: Momma

Postby Junketh71 » Sat Jun 06, 2020 6:55 am

...Well, this has ended on an ominous note, I reckon!
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Re: Momma

Postby hero2none » Sat Jun 06, 2020 9:12 pm

Great chapter.Why do I do I have the sneaking suspicion that "Momma" has done this before and that Albert was one of her previous victims?
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Re: Momma

Postby jimguy » Thu Jun 11, 2020 3:17 am

When you will post the next chapter?
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Re: Momma

Postby Matt L. » Sat Jun 13, 2020 2:03 am

Thanks everyone for reading the story and the positive buzz!

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Re: Momma

Postby Matt L. » Sat Jun 13, 2020 2:05 am

CHAPTER 7/

Gretchen opened her eyes, briefly scanning the bedroom which Mabel designated for her before trying to maneuver herself out of bed. The attempt proved futile, she didn’t even have the strength to push off the bedspread. Gretchen felt somewhat disorientated and with a severe form of fatigue she had never experienced, and hungry.

Gretchen slowly swerved her head toward the nightstand, besides the lamp was situated a plate of chocolate cubes, the very thing that stupefied her appetite the previous evening. Six in total.

Gretchen grinned at cubes, subsequently sighing before extending her hand toward the candy, her arm slightly trembling, exhaustion impeding her movement.

Gretchen’s fingertips could scarcely reach the plate but as she began pulling her arm back, intuition clicked and she brought her hand over to her forehead.

There was a thick bandage in the center of Gretchen’s forehead, extending the width of her eyebrows.

Gretchen quickly tried connecting the dots to how this injury could have happened, but events of the prior evening was mostly a blur. The strongest recollection, other than the chocolate cubes, and by in large it was faint, Gretchen removing her socks and shoes and joining Albert in playing a video game.

“That couldn’t have happened”, Gretchen quietly giggled, summing it up as a dream.

Gretchen called out, “Hello, Al. Mabel, anybody!”

Yet Gretchen’s voice registered hardly louder than a whisper, the potent fatigue the culprit behind the suppressed volume too her voice.
Gretchen cleared her throat, trying again, all for not.

Gretchen closed her eyes, hoping somebody would soon be there to explain what happened.
Within minutes Gretchen was fast asleep.

Gretchen hadn’t a clue as to how long she’d been sleeping when Mabel eventually stirred her into consciousness.

“You took quite a stumble; the positive thing is you’re okay. Dr. Gordon says you have a concussion.”

“That why I’m so tired?” Gretchen asked.

“Yes, it’s important for you not to move more than possible for awhile, so Dr. Gordon gave you a sedative.”

Gretchen brought up Dr. Gordon being retired, Mabel did affirm it but added, “The old sawbones doesn’t have a license anymore but that doesn’t mean he isn’t familiar with his knowledge.”

Mabel held her hands together, positioned over her balloon belly, her tone especially sugary, “I’m going to administer a sedative once a day, Dr. Gordon showed me how to manage it, it’s only a shot in your thigh. Very simple.”

Gretchen sighed, “How long will I have to stay like this?”

“As long as it takes, you need to relax and restrict your movement”, Mabel dotingly smiled, “You’ll be looked after, I guarantee this for sure. There’s another pillow in which I’ll prop you up on at meal time, you won’t be able to walk, so there’s no using the bathroom for a while. I had Albert fetch some of those Depends undergarments from the senior home, so well, you understand.”

Gretchen cringed, sarcastically droning, “Oh, just perfect.”

“You’ve been out for a while, so you must be hungry?”

Gretchen nodded, “Yeah, I’m very hungry.”

Mabel perkily ran through Gretchen’s breakfast meal, “I’ll bring you a bowl of oatmeal, scrabble eggs, bacon and sausages. How does that sound?”

“I’m not crazy about oatmeal”, Gretchen replied.

“Not a fan of oatmeal”, Mabel started off rather calm but quickly became enraged, “I’m not running a restaurant! You’re going to have oatmeal and like it!”

Gretchen was saddled with fear and capitulated, “Yes, yes, ma’am.”

In a span of time between heartbeats, Mabel cooled down, “How many eggs?”

Gretchen hesitated for a moment, afraid Mabel might fly off the handle again, ultimately asking for two.

“I’ll make you four, I don’t want you bothering me later coz you’re hungry.”

Again Gretchen replied with a simple, “Yes ma’am.”

Mabel walked over to the nightstand and pushed the plate with the chocolate cubes closer and in reach of Gretchen.

“Nibble on these until I get back!” Mabel said, harsher than necessary.

Wobbling over to the big screen TV, Mabel turned it on for Gretchen, set on the Cartoon Network; she proceeded to walk out of the room.

Gretchen couldn’t understand Mabel’s mood swings, and she vaguely explained how she managed to receive the concussion. However, Gretchen understood she was hungry.

Gretchen paid no mind about anything else as she nibbled on the chocolate, the intoxicating flavor was far to delectable for her to resist. It was then that Gretchen’s thinking process became fuzzier with each cube she consumed.

By the time Mable returned to the room with Gretchen’s breakfast, she had consumed every cube of chocolate and besides being amused by the cartoon show, was in a serene state of confusion.

Mabel placed the serving tray upon one of the old antique dressers, and then retrieved a spacious puffy pillow in which Gretchen’s body could be arranged upward in order to eat.

“How you feeling, Gretel?” Mabel’s demeanor very cheery.

Gretchen lifted her arm, moving her hand toward the bandage, about to speak when Mabel sweetly interrupted her, “Oh no, don’t touch, it’ll hurt. You need your injury to mend. Okay?”

Mabel noticed that Gretchen had eaten all six cubes of chocolate; this fact elevated her jolly disposition.

It took Mabel a few minutes to situate the pillow over the headboard and to pull Gretchen upward.
Gretchen giggled through a dopey smile during the process.

From there Mabel pulled a chair over, and finally the snack tray.

“Smells good! You’re hungry?” Mabel’s smile wide and a bit off center.

Gretchen gazed at Mabel with a faraway look, opening her mouth to speak but her train of thought had gone haywire, all she could muster was a faint mumble.

Mabel began feeding Gretchen delicately and at a leisurely pace, she could tell by Gretchen’s expression she was indeed enjoying the meal.

Mabel genially spoke to Gretchen during the duration of time it took to feed her. Not any kind of lecture, rather sporadically pointing out a few details here and there that might interest or entertain her.

“Once you’re done eating, I’m going fetch you a glass of milk and then give you a shot to help you sleep.” -- “Albert is at work but I don’t want him pestering you. But I’ll let him pop in for a minute or two just to say hello.” -- “They got a new waitress at the diner to take your place but Sonny says when you’re feeling better he‘ll fit you in a few days a month.” -- “I’m going to spoil you very well, honey. You’ll have plenty of food and chocolate.” -- “Dr. Gordon will be checking up on you once or twice a week.”

Gretchen only listened, not contributing to the discourse in any fashion other than sighing or a brief smile. Gretchen’s mind however was absorbing all the information, the chemical within the chocolate exposing her cognitive thought in which Mabel readily manipulated.

When it came time to give Gretchen the sedative, Mabel merely pushed back the covers and adjusted the sheer cotton nightgown which covered her body. The nightgown was a couple sizes too big for Gretchen, a stark red hue with a caricature of a moose upon it.
Mabel examined Gretchen’s upper thigh, though essentially lean, the tissue was soft. Mabel dabbed an alcohol pad over what would be the injection site, the injection went without a hitch, Gretchen remained still, providing no reaction.

In short order Mabel adjusted Gretchen’s nightgown and the bedspread over her body.

Mabel took a step back, peering at Gretchen like a dotting mother, “This really worked out for the best. You wanted to disappear; Albert needed companionship, an equal trade.


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As it went, every morning for a month Mabel would greet Gretchen and behave toward her as if it was the morning prior to receiving her concussion.

Albeit there were a few random differences. The plate of chocolate cubes were placed closer to her on the nightstand and the number of candies increased from six to ten. The chemical in the chocolate kept Gretchen mildly dazed.

In addition, Mabel’s commentary as she fed Gretchen changed to one extreme or another.

“I’m supposed to give you a shot everyday, a sedative of some kind, Dr. Gordon explained how to do it, it’ll be painless” -- “Albert will be visiting you later, he’s going to hook up the gaming system from the family room in here so you can watch him play.” -- “I got a whole batch of Disney movies for you to watch.” -- “Sonny at the diner has a spot available for you when you feel better. Every other Monday and Friday, and he could use somebody to clean up too.” -- “Dr. Gordon will be giving you a check up in a day or so. I don’t think your concussion’s all that bad, you should be up and about in oh, maybe two months!”

Finally Mabel would speak to Gretchen as if she wasn’t under her employment but her chores were simply her duty to pitch in around the house because she lived there.

Gretchen’s appetite changed as well over the month’s duration;

From “I’m not really crazy about oatmeal” -- “I guess oatmeal is okay” -- “Could I please have big bowl of oatmeal with plenty of butter!”

It was soon that Gretchen’s breakfast consisted of oatmeal, 6 scrabbled eggs, bacon, and sausages,

Mabel was now able to squeeze a nice portion of Gretchen’s thigh when administrating the injection. Though far from chunky, Gretchen’s thighs had become thicker, the tissue downright squishy.



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Mabel happily dished the details to Albert at dinner,

“Your little friend soon won’t be so little anymore, her appetite has gotten to even impress me.
I swear, Gretel’s up around 15 pounds since being bedridden. The girl’s face has gotten puffy and there’s a double chin, small but it’s there. That girl is starting to get porky looking.”

“When can I see her?” Albert asked.

Mabel tilted her head, “Well, you understand why I keep you away from her, right?”

Albert paused form his meal, “Coz absence makes the heart grow fonder?”

“Exactly!” Mabel replied.

“But my heart is already fond of Gretel”, said Albert just before slurping away his milk,

“I meant Gretel’s heart growing fonder!” Mabel peeped. “In her mind, she still thinks it’s the night after she got the concussion but thrust me on this. Inside, she’ll be feeling like something is missing and that’s you. But there’s another reason.”

Albert resumed his meal, anxious in hearing the other reason, he began eating sloppier.

Mabel charmingly smiled as she favored Albert with the other reason, “The main things that thwart you two going a courting were lack of common interest and your size. I got her already liking cartoons and she does seem somewhat fascinated about video games. Its Gretel weight we need to be patient about. I mean she’s eating a lot but the pounds are taking their time fattening her up…”

Mabel eccentrically chuckled as she finished her sentence, “….I guess that little bitty pouch she was harping about is rounding out and getting bloated, she’s just a few pounds away from having a potbelly!”

Albert wiped his mouth with a napkin, “That’s cool! I mean, I think Gretel’s the prettiest girl in town but I do fancy Gretel getting fat, she won’t be so eager about taking long walks and she’ll think differently about me.”

Mabel concurred, “Sure she will. Being a domestic country girl with big ol thighs and a butt too match won’t have such a get up and go about big city life. California will be out of the questions, she won’t have the same perks as skinny girls. And of course my dear boy, girls are more attracted to guys who have similar appearances.”

“How fa..fa fa..fat you think Gretel’s gon…gonna get?” Albert stuttered in excitement.

Mabel bluntly answered back, “In the long run, at least fifty pounds heavier than you. You don’t mind a mate who out ranks you in size, do you boy”, she shrewdly smiled.

“Gretel’s going to get that fat?” Albert squinted, “That’s a whole lotta woman.”

Mabel causally illustrated the possible changes to Gretchen appearance.

“The structure of Gretel’s face sort of indicates she’ll have an oval shaped face with a beefy jaw line, I hardly think she’ll look dumpy but she won’t look so special.”

Albert nodded with a smile, “That’s all fine; I know she’ll still be pretty, especially to me.”

Mabel maneuvered her posture into an authoritarian mode, “I know you care about her and that’s all fine and dandy but you got to take charge of the relationship or else there’s a chance you’ll remain friends.”

Albert speechlessly stared at Mabel.

Mabel chuckled, “Okay, so you’re inexperienced, I’ll help ya along. This is what ya do……..”


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