With a quick drive home from work at the Bean Machine, Katrina would squeeze out of her car door, a thing that was getting harder and harder for the bottom-heavy blonde to do every day. Not only was Katrina angry at losing her donuts today, but she was also starving, and really needed to get something to eat. Thankfully, on her way to look for food while she was driving, she would get a text message.
Stephan: Hey Kat, you off work?
Katrina: Yeah, what's up?
Stephan: Just got off work, making some thick lasagna right now. How much should I make, since I think you'll be home while it's done?
Katrina: You should know by now, to make at least four for me. Ooh, and lots of garlic bread...
Stephan: Don't worry, I got a whole french loaf of it just for you...
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Slowly walking up to the door, Katrina could already smell the heavy smell of garlic through the air as she rustled for her apartment key, making her finally smile for the first time in the day. After finding the key and unlocking the door, she would end up laying witness to her roommate setting up the table, holding a big tray of lasagna with both hands as he placed it on the side of the table with three seats, which was where she usually sat at.
Katrina's roommate, Stephan Monotoli, was a rather rounded man, standing at only 5 feet tall but weighing over 250 pounds, with most of his weight settling in his gut. While he himself was a plumber working the drains at the sewers of Valentine during the day, he came from a long lineage of cooks and chefs, giving him plenty of experience. As such, while Katrina rarely saw him at home, she always enjoyed when he would indeed be there, as he always managed to make the best food.
"Ah Katrina, you just got home in time! I just finished all the lasagna. The trays just gotta cool, and you should be able to dig in..."
"Don't care, way too hungry." Pushing aside her roommate, Katrina would plop her bottom on top of her 3 chairs, hearing a straining coming from the metal as she sat down. Not bothering for the fork and knife at her side, she would reach in hand-first, grabbing a big chunk of the cheesy meal and swallow it with one gulp, before going in for another.
"Wow, I haven't seen you eat like this before. I admit, it's a bit of a turn on..."
"Don't care, bring me more trays. And the garlic bread while your at it."
Quickly finishing the first tray almost effortlessly, Stephan would run into the kitchen, before walking back out with another tray of lasagna, which Katrina would quickly snatch out of his hands before digging into it with gusto. She was now in the zone of eating, and she would not let anything stop her until she was full, not even the person serving her.
Going back in the kitchen, Stephan would bring out the third tray as well as the big plate of garlic bread just as Katrina would get halfway through her second tray. Placing them on the middle of the table, Stephan would grab a few slices of the garlic bread and take a bite out of it himself, joining Katrina as he ate slowly compared to her, all the while talking to her.
"So, how was work exactly? Was it a good day?"
"Not at *mmph* all... *mmph* this *gulp* bitch ate my box of donuts while I was forced to serve an entire police station. Can you believe that?"
"Yeah, I can understand how you can be when stuff like food is taken from you..." Stephan would try grabbing for another piece of garlic bread, only for Katrina to grab the entire plate and begin stuffing herself with that as well. "Well at least you seem to be enjoying yourself now right?"
"Yeah... *mmpfh* *gulp* Man you made this so good... I wish you weren't so busy with work this much, I'd eat this food every day if I could."
"Hey, if I could I would, but somebody has gotta make the brunt of the money in paying for this apartment. Plus I rarely get this much to cook anyway..."
"Yeah yeah, I know... But maybe you could quit your job as a plumber and go into business as a proper chef?"
At that notion, Stephan would laugh a bit, his belly jiggling a bit as he cut up a piece of lasagna before using his fork to pick it up and swallow it. "I have way too little money to become a professional chef! That would require going to a cooking college or something, and you know I dropped out of college!"
"It's just a idea..."
Looking a bit angry, Katrina would finish the remaining pieces of garlic bread before rising and getting her own third tray, continuing her eating. By her fourth tray however, Katrina would finally begin to feel stuffed, and as she rubbed her now full and distended belly, she would lie back in her chairs, which would quiver with the size of her behind. Getting up from her chairs, the heavy texan would plop her ass on the couch, before eventually falling asleep watching a movie alone as Stephan continued to cook by himself.
The next day...
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