This choice: A bean pole. 6 feet tall and 110 pounds. • Go Back...Chapter #7A bean pole. 6 feet tall and 110 pounds. by: Mr.Tones   "Hey Max, I'm finally home!"
"Hey Jords."
Max had just stumbled into the short hall leading to their front door, the gangly young adult walking up and throwing herself over the shorter woman in a haphazard hug.
"You're high again." Jordy said matter of factly, not bothered so much as just stating the obvious as Max's tired eyes were bloodshot as hell.
"Yeaaaah, you wanna take a few yourself? I was just about to pack another bowl."
"That sounds great actually, but I gotta get out of these clothes first and hit the shower. Don't smoke it all before I get out again."
"Hey, that was... only once!"
They smiled at each other as Jordy gingerly pushed Max off so she could go clean up, ready to relax with her "goblin GF" as she liked to call her. What else do you call a woman you found on Discord and picked up from several states over so she could move in with you? Max saluted Jordy as she walked off before heading back to the living room, intent on getting back to her YouTube and green when her stomach growled something fierce.
"Hey Jords, did-"
"On the counter Babe."
Indeed, Max hadn't noticed that her ever so generous girlfriend had the foresight to pick up two pies from a local joint.
"I LOOOOOOVE you!"
"I know~"
With that Jordy disappeared around the corner as Max went for the fridge, can't have pizza without soda after all. It's been great since she's managed to snag Jordy, at least better than walking around all but homeless, living out of one of the many dilapidated buildings in Daven’s Port. She'd just about been ready to officially start slumming it again as even the rent for the crusty box she had called home was getting to be too much when she got in with the delivery woman, meeting her through discord of all things. Sure, their relationship had started with Max clumsily hitting on Jordy through DMs and nearly getting instant blocked, but it had all worked out. She'd managed to smooth talk her way after that point into living with Jordy and the rest was history.
Grabbing a two liter of Coke and the pizzas Max made her way back to the couch, setting everything on the accompanying table before sitting down and packing that bowl. It wasn't just that Jordy was nice and had money, Max did genuinely like her, her being hot as fuck not hurting at all either. Only thing that could make it better was if she was like, two hundred pounds heavier.
"Her belly would be SO huge, hehehe..."
Max loved herself a big woman, especially when she was the one that made them big, though "aspiring" feeder was about as good as she ever got. Perpetually broke, jobless and half the time smoking it was no surprise that her luck putting meat on bone was rotten. Can't exactly expect people to get fat when you're the one mooching off them.
Thinking about this, maybe she should actually try to work on that? After all, it's the least she could do for the woman that was putting a roof over her head. But where could she start? It's not like she had any money at the moment.
"Mmmph, need brain food."
Reaching forward she popped open the top box, the wonderful scent of a supreme hitting her in the face. Grabbing a slice she took a bite, the taste making her melt back into the couch. She quickly finished off that slice and went for another when suddenly, she had an idea!
"I can have her eat most of this! Yeah, that'd be a good way to start!"
Her hand hovered over the box, poised to take another slice as her mind gears turned slowly, the slow clunks almost audible as her mind worked.
"...Buuuut not like, ALL of it of course. I've gotta eat too. What's a slice or two."
She realized there were three slices missing already, having zoned out and eaten them as she was thinking.
"Or four..."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
| Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
<<-- Previous · Outline  · Recent Additions © Copyright 2024 Mr.Tones (UN: iiiiii at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Bobo the Hobo has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work within this interactive story. Poster accepts all responsibility, legal and otherwise, for the content uploaded, submitted to and posted on Writing.Com. |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author