I don't care if you get fat! You have the sexiest belly in the universe!" He moved his hand to her stomach. He sat down next to her and put a hand gently on her waist. "My fat supermodel wife," said Andy, ignoring the daggers that April was shooting him with her eyes. "We're just gonna keep eating like slobs and we're never gonna change and then I'm just gonna be your fat wife and-" Cardboard and cheese?"Īpril looked over at her mostly-finished frisbee of Mac and cheese as if it was evil. "Well what else are we supposed to eat?" asked Andy earnestly. And we've almost gone through that whole 256 oz. This is my second frisbee of Mac and cheese today. "It's all this garbage we've been eating. There was undeniably a bit of a fat roll pressing against her increasingly tight T-shirt-not a big one, but certainly not the bone-thin April that Andy had first started dating. "Look at this," April moaned, sitting up again and cupping her shirt where her belly pressed up against it. "You're not getting fat honey!" said Andy. She dropped the camera on the floor and flopped down on the couch face first. "Andy, why didn't you tell me I'm getting fat?" she yelled like a sulking toddler. April's gaze lowered to her own stomach, protruding ever so slightly more than usual. Is that how I really look?" Andy took just a second too long to respond, and he knew he'd made a mistake. "Oh my god," said April, her heavily mascara'd eyes widening as she looked at the photograph on the screen. "I was going to sell that to Playboy! World's hottest girl eats Mac and cheese from frisbee," he said, writing the words in the air as he said them. "Give me that." She got up and grabbed the camera from Andy's hands. "A disgusting supermodel slob," retorted April with an eye roll. "A supermodel slob," added Andy with a goofy grin. "Ew, delete that," said April through a gooey mouthful of Mac and cheese as she pulled herself upright. Only hotter." He picked up his old digital camera from its spot the floor and snapped a photo of April. April was a skinny girl, but today Andy noticed a softer belly than usual protruding ever so slightly from her midriff. As she wrangled with the half-dead remote, trying in vain to get it to work, her white Mouse Rat T-shirt rode up further, extending the amount of skin that was visible between it and her tight, weathered jeans. She was stretched out on the couch opposite Andy eating her own frisbee of Mac and cheese, laying on her side, one arm tasked with spooning food out of the frisbee next to her and the other outstretched holding the remote, trying to get it to work. "That is a great look for you, babe," said Andy Dwyer as he leaned back on the ratty old recliner and put down his frisbee full of Kraft macaroni and cheese. And the pounds start piling on right as Leslie is forming her anti-obesity campaign attacking Paunch Burger restaurant chain. Burt Macklin even makes an appearance. not sure how well fanfics are received in this forum but it's worth a shot! Long story short, moving in with Andy means April has not exactly had the healthiest diet. Same disclaimer applies to the Harry Potter WG work I posted earlier.
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