A young FA man and his FFA best friend; both helplessly-thin, find their lives changed, when the FA's grandfather offers to use alien technology to grant him a single wish. (SSBBW, ~~WG, ~XWG, ~~FA, ~FFA, Tragedy, Scifi, Drama)
(I began working on this story some time back, when I read somewhere that certain people were looking for a story that wasn't just about a girl who ends up satisfied with gaining weight. I hope that this story will be interesting and complex enough to be fulfilling, despite not being very long, and I hope to finish it by the end of this coming week.)
Chapter 1: A Surprise Gift
Alan Michaels was trying his hardest to keep from sweating bullets as he finally decided to just go for it, pulling the chair out, before moving to take his own. Fortunately, Elsie didn't seem offended. If anything, she looked pleased as she grabbed the back of the chair in one of her own hands, before moving it out another six inches, and slowly lowering herself into it. Alan was already seated by that point, but he could see that even from where she was sitting, Elsie's stomach had pushed outward, against the edge of the table, and spilled over, to cover a little bit of the table in front of her. She pushed herself back a little more, her whole body seeming to tremble in a single, wave-like motion, before Alan could even think about what to say or do next, so it was fortunate that Elsie spoke first.
"Did you work things out with your dad?"
The question snapped Alan back out of his daze, and for a moment, he glanced away, but it didn't take him long to reply.
"Sort of. We talked about it, but I just don't think he'll ever understand. He's kind of old-fashioned, you know... Came from another country when he was a young man and all that."
"Really?" Elsie asked, "Which country?"
"Huh?" Alan asked, feeling a little taken aback by that question. The truth was that he didn't think his father had ever told him directly, and he'd never been all that interested in knowing. Still, after living with the man for years, he had enough data to offer an educated guess.
"Poland, I think. Like I said..."
"Oh, yeah." Elsie replied, though at that point, their conversation was interrupted by the waiter, and after taking some drink orders, he vanished into the kitchen, and the two were left alone again.
"See, it's just that you always seemed kind of traditional yourself." Elsie admitted, "I was a little surprised to see you and your dad fighting like that."
"He never should have said those things." Alan replied, however, starting to feel his anger returning, even as he discussed the topic with Elsie, "Can we talk about something else? How did that paper go, that you were working on?"
"I finished it yesterday morning." Elsie just said with something that could almost be called a shrug, though it was really more of a slight shake of her impressive shoulders, "Tell me something, Alan. I've been talking to Jane in accounting, and she says she actually approached you with an extra movie ticket last month, and you didn't even seem interested."
Alan decided to return Elsie's gesture, and merely shrugged.
"I guess I wasn't."
"The thing is; from what I understand, half the men in the middle three floors have crushes on Jane. You don't?"
"I don't."
"I see."
For a moment, Elsie looked a little uncomfortable, but in a couple more seconds, Alan asked, "Is that what you needed to know?"
"No." Elsie quickly replied, raising both of her big, thick arms just a bit, "Alan, why did you come here?"
Alan blinked a couple times before replying, "Because I asked you to come here with me. It would have been really scummy to do that, then stand you up."
"I... I know that. But what I mean is; why are you here... with me?"
"Because you said yes."
"Alan! Stop dodging the question!"
"What? What's the question?"
Elsie stopped talking for a moment, and rubbed the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger before she made any attempt to continue.
"Alan..." she said at last, almost moaning over having to put it so overtly, "What is it... about me in particular... that makes you think it's a good idea to approach me, and ask me out to eat?"
Alan had been dreading the approach of that question, but since it had been asked, he did have an answer ready, as he once again braced himself for what was coming.
"That's pretty much what you do, right? I mean, you meet a pretty girl, talk to her, get to know her, and eventually you realize that you have enough in common, that... What? What's with that face?"
The truth was that Alan knew exactly why Elsie Hill's mouth and eyes had opened all the way just then, but feigned ignorance, and/or foolish optimism was one of the few things he'd never tried, when dealing with someone like Elsie.
"Did... Did you just say..." Elsie almost muttered, looking flabbergasted as she spoke, "Did you just call me pretty?"
"Yeah." Alan replied, "What's wrong?"
"Oh, I should have known. I don't believe this." Elsie almost gasped, staring down at the glass of soda water that the waiter had just delivered, "You're one of those sickos, aren't you?"
"Excuse me?" Alan asked, immediately feeling irritable, "What did you just call me?"
However, just like that, Elsie had leaned forward, pushing against the table, and slowly lifting herself up off her chair, causing her torso, which had previously seemed to be scrunched up into a thick oblong, to smooth itself out into a large, roundish, coffee-bean-like shape, with occasional rolls all over. Elsie Hill was one of, if not the fattest person working at the office where Alan worked, and it was going to end the same way as always.
"I keep thinking to myself, 'this guy must be interested in what I'm doing,' or 'this guy really wants to help me out,' like some child, and I keep ending up in these situations!" Elsie almost shouted, bracing both hands against the table, and almost spilling the drinks, "You're just another one of those wierd fetishists, lusting after this lump of a body I have!"
Immediately, Alan was on his feet, slamming a few dollars down on the table. He hadn't meant to be so forceful, and he hadn't thought he'd need the cash so soon, but Elsie had reacted much faster than most of the girls he'd tried dating in the past, and much more forcefully. Many girls at least had the courtesy to wait until they were in a less public place, before telling him what they thought of him. He was mortified and furious with her.
"That's enough!" Alan actually shouted, "If you didn't want to come here with me, you should have just said no, Elsie!"
Then, seething with rage, Alan had dislodged himself from the table, stormed right past Elsie and left by the front door, and he never so much as looked at her, or that restaurant again.
A Gift from Grandpa
By TwoSwords
By TwoSwords
(I began working on this story some time back, when I read somewhere that certain people were looking for a story that wasn't just about a girl who ends up satisfied with gaining weight. I hope that this story will be interesting and complex enough to be fulfilling, despite not being very long, and I hope to finish it by the end of this coming week.)
Chapter 1: A Surprise Gift
Alan Michaels was trying his hardest to keep from sweating bullets as he finally decided to just go for it, pulling the chair out, before moving to take his own. Fortunately, Elsie didn't seem offended. If anything, she looked pleased as she grabbed the back of the chair in one of her own hands, before moving it out another six inches, and slowly lowering herself into it. Alan was already seated by that point, but he could see that even from where she was sitting, Elsie's stomach had pushed outward, against the edge of the table, and spilled over, to cover a little bit of the table in front of her. She pushed herself back a little more, her whole body seeming to tremble in a single, wave-like motion, before Alan could even think about what to say or do next, so it was fortunate that Elsie spoke first.
"Did you work things out with your dad?"
The question snapped Alan back out of his daze, and for a moment, he glanced away, but it didn't take him long to reply.
"Sort of. We talked about it, but I just don't think he'll ever understand. He's kind of old-fashioned, you know... Came from another country when he was a young man and all that."
"Really?" Elsie asked, "Which country?"
"Huh?" Alan asked, feeling a little taken aback by that question. The truth was that he didn't think his father had ever told him directly, and he'd never been all that interested in knowing. Still, after living with the man for years, he had enough data to offer an educated guess.
"Poland, I think. Like I said..."
"Oh, yeah." Elsie replied, though at that point, their conversation was interrupted by the waiter, and after taking some drink orders, he vanished into the kitchen, and the two were left alone again.
"See, it's just that you always seemed kind of traditional yourself." Elsie admitted, "I was a little surprised to see you and your dad fighting like that."
"He never should have said those things." Alan replied, however, starting to feel his anger returning, even as he discussed the topic with Elsie, "Can we talk about something else? How did that paper go, that you were working on?"
"I finished it yesterday morning." Elsie just said with something that could almost be called a shrug, though it was really more of a slight shake of her impressive shoulders, "Tell me something, Alan. I've been talking to Jane in accounting, and she says she actually approached you with an extra movie ticket last month, and you didn't even seem interested."
Alan decided to return Elsie's gesture, and merely shrugged.
"I guess I wasn't."
"The thing is; from what I understand, half the men in the middle three floors have crushes on Jane. You don't?"
"I don't."
"I see."
For a moment, Elsie looked a little uncomfortable, but in a couple more seconds, Alan asked, "Is that what you needed to know?"
"No." Elsie quickly replied, raising both of her big, thick arms just a bit, "Alan, why did you come here?"
Alan blinked a couple times before replying, "Because I asked you to come here with me. It would have been really scummy to do that, then stand you up."
"I... I know that. But what I mean is; why are you here... with me?"
"Because you said yes."
"Alan! Stop dodging the question!"
"What? What's the question?"
Elsie stopped talking for a moment, and rubbed the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger before she made any attempt to continue.
"Alan..." she said at last, almost moaning over having to put it so overtly, "What is it... about me in particular... that makes you think it's a good idea to approach me, and ask me out to eat?"
Alan had been dreading the approach of that question, but since it had been asked, he did have an answer ready, as he once again braced himself for what was coming.
"That's pretty much what you do, right? I mean, you meet a pretty girl, talk to her, get to know her, and eventually you realize that you have enough in common, that... What? What's with that face?"
The truth was that Alan knew exactly why Elsie Hill's mouth and eyes had opened all the way just then, but feigned ignorance, and/or foolish optimism was one of the few things he'd never tried, when dealing with someone like Elsie.
"Did... Did you just say..." Elsie almost muttered, looking flabbergasted as she spoke, "Did you just call me pretty?"
"Yeah." Alan replied, "What's wrong?"
"Oh, I should have known. I don't believe this." Elsie almost gasped, staring down at the glass of soda water that the waiter had just delivered, "You're one of those sickos, aren't you?"
"Excuse me?" Alan asked, immediately feeling irritable, "What did you just call me?"
However, just like that, Elsie had leaned forward, pushing against the table, and slowly lifting herself up off her chair, causing her torso, which had previously seemed to be scrunched up into a thick oblong, to smooth itself out into a large, roundish, coffee-bean-like shape, with occasional rolls all over. Elsie Hill was one of, if not the fattest person working at the office where Alan worked, and it was going to end the same way as always.
"I keep thinking to myself, 'this guy must be interested in what I'm doing,' or 'this guy really wants to help me out,' like some child, and I keep ending up in these situations!" Elsie almost shouted, bracing both hands against the table, and almost spilling the drinks, "You're just another one of those wierd fetishists, lusting after this lump of a body I have!"
Immediately, Alan was on his feet, slamming a few dollars down on the table. He hadn't meant to be so forceful, and he hadn't thought he'd need the cash so soon, but Elsie had reacted much faster than most of the girls he'd tried dating in the past, and much more forcefully. Many girls at least had the courtesy to wait until they were in a less public place, before telling him what they thought of him. He was mortified and furious with her.
"That's enough!" Alan actually shouted, "If you didn't want to come here with me, you should have just said no, Elsie!"
Then, seething with rage, Alan had dislodged himself from the table, stormed right past Elsie and left by the front door, and he never so much as looked at her, or that restaurant again.
