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Hey everyone. This is a story I posted on my ** page about a year or so ago. It's a short one, just one about a family that seemingly always fattens up people that marry into it. If there's ever any interest, maybe I come back to it. Anyway, enjoy! Also check my deviant art page for more stories and comics! https://www.deviantart.com/jake27 * “Yeah, I’ll just stick to coffee, thanks.” “I’m good with just water, and that glass of apple juice.” “Big spenders. I’ll be right back.” The long-legged waitress rolled her eyes as she left the two younger women to their conversation. The brunette, who was 31, reached into her purse and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. She offered one to the red head, who politely declined. “But you’ve made it six months so you’re good to go. That’s pretty much all you can expect from Buchanan and Buchanan. The work is a little tough but it’s solid pay. And, between us, it looks good on the resume when applying somewhere else in a few years. Amy Mueller took a long drag of her cigarette and then ashed it into the ashtray. She was an assistant manager at the underwriting firm and had just helped hire the person sitting across from her, Mina Northwood. Mina, only 23, was a new transplant from Maine, having moved after college and taking this job. Now, she was working in Queens, and living a few towns over in Eddington, NY. Mina took a sip of her water, smiling nervously. She didn’t know if the woman was joking or not, so she kept quiet. “It’s a joke, Mina. I don’t want you to leave.” “Ha-ha, sorry. I’m just a little nervous, is all. I’m getting used to living in “the big city” is all.” “Understandable. I forget, where are you living now, in Jamaica? Astoria?” “I’m actually a little further east on the island, living in Eddington. Got an apartment in a small house. Pretty cheap.” The brunette took another drag and laughed. “Eddington? I used to live there, many years ago. Oh man, the stories I could tell you.” “Oh, oh, really” Mina asked, as she shifted nervously in her seat, adjusting her baggy slacks as she did so. She was about 5-1 but not even 90 pounds soaking wet. In contrast, Amy was an inch taller but about 25 pounds heavier. She was a cyclist and had powerful legs and a very pronounced lower half. She took another drag of her cigarette, then took up her coffee. “Yep. Mostly good place, but, if you can, watch out for anyone with the last name “Roselli”. “Roselli? Why?” “They fatten their significant others, coworkers, anyone they spend an extended period of time with. Doesn’t matter, male, female, trans, plant, whatever. If you’re with them on a consistent basis, you’re going to need a new wardrobe.” Mina looked at her, unsure what to make of these statements. “It sounds outlandish, doesn’t it?” “Jus-just a little. Sorry. That just sounds more like a horror story than anything else.” “I get it, believe me. I didn’t think it was real too. But there were too many coincidences with that family, too many, “Huh, it happened again, didn’t it”, for it to just be random.” “So what, they kidnap people, tie them up, and then make them eat ice cream all day or something?” Mina was opening up a bit, which Amy had wanted. However, she was not joking about this story. “No, not that. I’ll tell you a quick story. Former classmate of mine, we’ll call her Sheila. Anyway, Sheila and I were friends in High School, both on the track team. For the summer we life guarded at a pool by our houses. We went to separate colleges, but always remained somewhat close. I came back home after my first semester freshman year and ran into her at a 7-11. She was getting coffee and we talked for a minute. She told me how she met this guy from our town in college, a Claudio Roselli. He was a year older than us and a business major. He”, Amy paused to take another drag from her cigarette, before stamping it out and sipping on her coffee, “Had an apartment off campus and Sheila was already finding herself over there quite a bit. I thought her face looked puffier when we were talking but it was cold so I couldn’t see much else through her jacket. The waitress returned with the apple juice and refilled Amy’s coffee before turning around and heading to another table. Mina took a swig of her juice as she listened to her boss continue to talk. “I went back to school, didn’t think much about her at all. When I came back for the summer, I expected to see her being a life guard with me at the country club, but she never showed. I asked my boss but he said she just never got in touch with him. I figured maybe she was taking summer classes or something. Then, towards the end of August, probably about a week or so before I had to go back, I was leaving work when I saw her pull up with I assumed was her boyfriend. He was tall, probably 6-4 and somewhat well built, though he had a bit of a belly. He had his arm wrapped around her tightly as he helped her enter this buffet that had opened up. They were far away but I could see that the capris she had on were hugging bulging calves, much thicker thighs, and a rear that definitely looked ready to burst out at any moment. Her shirt was baggy so I couldn’t tell up top but her face was definitely rounder. Like I said, it was from a distance but I’d say she had gained an easy 50 pounds. Easily. Maybe even more. “That’s a lot. But that happens to couples. Plus you said her boyfriend had a belly too. Sounds to me like it was “happy weight.” Mina again took a bit more of her apple juice in, smiling at her boss. She figured this would be the end of the discussion. It was not. “That would make sense, if I didn’t see them again the following summer. By then, it was by far more than “relationship weight”. Again, Sheila didn’t sign up for life guarding. I was in my own world at that point anyway, I had met my future husband so I really wasn’t thinking about others much. Then, they came to the pool.” Amy lit up another cigarette, her pink lighter a sharp contrast to her silver cigarette case. She took a drag from her Parliament Light and sighed. “I saw him first. His face was slightly rounder and his stomach definitely grew in the year since I last saw him. He was probably about 20 or 30 pounds heavier than the year before. Enough that he was no longer solid but now fat. However, even as I watched his gut bulge over the waistband of his bathing suit, it was who was behind him that shocked me. Sheila, who had been thinner than me and one who always watched what she ate, stood behind him, an ice cream sandwich in one hand and an orange creamsicle in the other. She alternated bites between the two items, a smile on her round face. She was dressed in a black one piece swimsuit, one that looked like she had put on and then been inflated with helium. It was so tight that even to this day I wonder how it didn’t explode. Her breasts were gigantic and her belly swelled even further out than that. It easily would have rested on her thighs if she didn’t have something holding it up. Mina did not know how to react to this, so she just took a swig of her beverage, trying not to act disinterested or disrespectful. “I watched them waddle for a bit, Sheila finishing off what was in her two hands before letting him lead her back to the concession stand and getting her more food. I don’t know if she asked for more or he just told her she was having more, but my former friend didn’t complain, she took the food and began eating once more, her two chins wobbling with each bite. Eventually, they went back to get a little more food before going to the hot tub, her large rear bouncing up and down as she waddled away. I couldn’t believe that a girl who once showed me how to take in the right amount of protein after a workout was now easily three times the girl she had been when she graduated high school, and seemingly only getting fatter. That apple shape woman couldn’t’ have been Sheila I thought, it just couldn’t.” She pulled on her cigarette once more, the long inhale leaving a long ash that was hanging off dangerously and ready to fall. She was not paying attention and just kept smoking, getting some residue onto the table. “I heard Sheila is a stay at home mom now, having hit 600 pounds after Claudio opened his own insurance company. That first pregnancy set her over the edge. Saw her once after that and her rear was completely shapeless, looking just like a boulder that stuck out behind her. I felt so bad for her shorts, they looked ready to explode off of her at any moment. That was a few years ago so I can only imagine how big she is now. And she’s not even the biggest one to fall under the Roselli spell. I haven’t told you about Tommy Mannino.” “Mannino, Mannino, that sounds familiar. He part of the Mannino Bakery down on Twenty Third Street?” “The one and the same. Anyway, ole Tommy originally had plans to become an attorney, but his dad got sick and he decided to take over the business. Poor Tommy though didn’t know much about being a baker so he had to hire more help. One of those people being Fred Roselli.” Amy wiped the ash up with a napkin and then grabbed another sip of coffee, taking a moment to enjoy it and seemingly work herself up so as to tell this story. “Fred came in, being young and ready to work. He was only 21 when he was hired. He was a below average student in high school but he excelled at trying new things out when he baked. He had a few ideas for Tommy that he figured would boost business. Different kind of donut here, a new cannoli there, whatever. Tommy wasn’t sure if they’d work, but he figured it couldn’t hurt to try. “I do hear they make a mean bear claw”. Mina said as she took a sip of her juice. She had not actually been to the bakery, but she had heard good things from her landlord and one of the neighbors in the area. “They do. I try to stay away from that stuff otherwise I’d blow up. Anyway, Tommy starts letting Fred bring out more and more ideas, having the young man go crazy with his imagination. Business begins to pick up a bit, so Tommy thinks that Fred knows what he is doing. He cedes more control to Fred with respect to the items they make, but he does stay around in a managerial position. However, with not much to do but sit in a small office and surrounded by all those goodies. Well, you can imagine.” Amy doesn’t even put her cigarette out, she just takes another fresh one out, lights it up with her almost finished one, and puts the other one out before continuing. “Sorry. Between my husband and my new assistant, I don’t get to smoke much anymore so I have to use this as an opportunity to get them in.” “Your new assistant is cute, by the way. He looks younger than me but I really like his hair. You don’t see a guy with long red hair often.” “That actually impressed me a lot. Says he gets it from his mom. Hard worker, but he is on my case about quitting all the time. Says it’s not good for me.” “It’s not good for you but it doesn’t bother me much. My parents both smoked so I’m kind of used to it.” “Thanks. Where was I? Oh yeah. So you see, Tommy was a rather lean guy, he had so much energy about him which is why he thought he’d make a good attorney. He’d be able to use his focus and energy to good use. Now, now he had nothing to do. Sure, he’d go out once in awhile and say hi, or talk to vendors but other than that, he sat on his rear end in an oversized desk chair. It wasn’t much at first, an extra donut here, a cookie there, muffin in the morning, what have you. Soon, Fred was bringing in several new items a day, always so eager to have his employer tell him if they were good or not. Tommy didn’t mind, he figured this would help in the long run. He didn’t imagine that he would get hooked on these things and found that he had no willpower, or maybe even desire to say no to Fred. Amy took a long pause, hoping she could finish the story quick. “People started whispering about Tommy, how each time he came from the back room his clothes would be covered in various food stuffs, or how his shirt would be untucked and his slacks and then sweats would look tighter each time. He hit 300 pounds in under a year and by year two he was well over 500. He would waddle around, a big smile on his face and usually something in one of his large hands. His belly would wobble around jiggling furiously as he waddled his way to each customer to say hi. Then, he’d hear Fred in the back asking him to check something out, and you could hear the cries of pleasure as he tasted whatever his baker made. It was the same thing day in and day out. The poor man was a sweaty mess, his white shirt soaked and clinging to his bloated body, sweat pants bunched up in his fat thigh rolls. This was a daily occurrence. Well, at least until poor Tommy couldn’t really move much anymore. His poor thighs were so swaddled with fat that even waddling was an issue. He’s in his apartment now above the bakery, having food brought to him hourly. He’s still the “owner”, but it’s clear that Fred is running things and always will be. “Wow, that’s, hmm. That’s a very interesting story. I don’t think though that means they were “fattening” him up. Sounds to me more like the owner just loved food, ya know?” Amy sighed. “Have you gone in there? Like even just to get coffee? No one in that place weighs under 300 pounds. No one. Well, except Fred. That guy hasn’t gained a pound since he joined. Not a pound.” “Some people have a fast metabolism. My mom does, she can eat anything and never gain an ounce. My dad? He even takes one extra cookie and he looks like Santa Claus with blonde hair. And besides, didn’t you say that other guy, Clark, gained weight? So I don’t think that’s too much of an issue, no?” Mina shrugged her shoulders, not really caring about this conversation anymore. She just wanted her boss to stop. This was picked up on by her boss, who looked at her watch and just frowned. “I can see you’re not convinced. I would go on about how Maria Roselli fattened up her wife, or Angelica Roselli moved to Colorado, opened a pizzeria and has four employees weighing over 400 pounds. Another chat for another day. Let’s get back to the office.” The two women paid for their “meal” and headed back to the office. It was just after 1:30 when they walked through the double doors of Buchanan and Buchanan, which was very quiet except for a small group gathering by the cafeteria. Mina and Amy paid it no mind as they headed to their respective offices. As they did, they passed Amy’s office first, and her assistant. He was already standing and had a big smile on his face. He was roughly 6-2, maybe 200 pounds, but well put together. It was obvious he worked out regularly. He had a notepad with him and he just waved to them both before brushing his long red hair back. “Ms. Mueller, Ms. Northwood. I hope you had a good lunch.” “It was good, Michael. Mina, I’ll see you after 3:30 to discuss that closing, okay?” “Yes boss. Good, good seeing you, Michael”, Mina said nervously as she hurried into her office. She was clearly frazzled by seeing the newer assistant, but her boss wasn’t going to tell her she had nothing to worry about. “She um, she knows I’m gay, right”, Michael asked. “Nope, it’s more fun this way not letting her know yet”, Amy replied, a sly grin forming on her face as she walked into her office. “That’s mean”, Michael said laughing as he let her go in. “You had two calls, one from a Mr. Standent about the Mayfair closing. The other call was from Susan over in accounting, but she then sent an email saying not to worry about it. Didn’t know if you wanted to check in with her anyway.” Amy sat down and cracked her fingers before rubbing hand sanitizer on her hands. The gel was peppermint, and she hoped it would mask some of the cigarette smoke from Michael. It did not. “I can still smell the cigs, boss. How many did you have at lunch?” “Only two. I was very good, you can tell my husband that when he calls later too.” Amy logged back in to her computer before glancing out the window of her office to the outside. She saw there was still some commotion going on in the cafeteria. “Hmm, what’s going on in there? A birthday party or something?” Michael smiled as he left the office briefly and returned with two napkins covering something, as well as a white cup filled with piping hot coffee. He placed it on his boss’ desk and then lifted the top one up to reveal a bearclaw. “He-he, I had time on my break to go to Mannino’s. I brought some donuts and other pastries in for everyone but made sure to save you a bearclaw. I know they are your favorite.” Amy looked at the sugary treat, almost licking her lips as she did. They were her favorite and a weakness of hers. She wanted to tell him to take it away, but she knew he probably had to wait in line for awhile to get them, and it would be so rude to turn them down. Thus, she smiled, took a bite and let the food go down her throat. They were just as good as she remembered them, maybe even better. One bite became two, and then three, before she grabbed her coffee to take a sip. It was sweater than she liked, which was something she’d talk to her assistant about, but that would be after she finished her donut. “These, urp, are my favorite. Don’t make this a habit. I don’t need to have you coming in late, Michael Carmine. I can only imagine how long it took you to get these, even if it was on an early break.” “Oh, it’s no trouble at all”, he said, still smiling. “I know someone over there and he can hook it up whenever I go. No problem at all.” Amy was finishing up the pastry as she listened to him say that. While it did sound good to have these brought in to the office, she knew it was not going to be a good idea for her waistline. Still, she could tell the boy was just trying to be friendly, and she didn’t want to discourage him, at least not yet. “Alright. Well, as long as you aren’t late getting stuff from there, it’s ok. Just try to limit it a bit, okay.” “You got it boss.” Michael returned to his desk and grabbed his cellphone. He texted someone named FR that he’d be back in the following morning to pick up another two dozen goodies. The person just responded “sure thing, cuz”, along with a winking face emoji. Michael Carmine, who wanted to be a nurse a few years ago and had studied nursing at college, just laughed. He was well on his way to a nursing career when his mother got sick and he had been unable to help her at all. Once she passed away, he felt he could no longer stay in that career and instead moved over to taking dictation courses and typing classes. He would follow in her footsteps and become the best damn administrative assistant he could be. He even legally changed his name on his license and with his old schools to honor her. Michael Carmine, born Michael Roselli, would make her proud. “Hopefully, the donuts will help her kick that nasty habit”, Michael said as he went back to work, thinking about other items he could bring in to help stop his boss’ “unhealthy habit”.

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