This choice: -went surprisingly well for Mikayla, despite her having to cook twice as much. • Go Back... It wasn't every day that someone comes face to face with someone as big as Maleen.
Brooke had been the one to answer the door while Mikayla was off spazzing in her bedroom, getting ready for the night. For this to not be a date, Brooke's baby sister sure was acting weird about it. When she answered the door and this big fat woman was on the other end of it, she didn't quite get the fuss. Did she think that she would have been weird about her weight? Exactly how much of an ass did Mikayla think she could be?
Although, it was disarming at just how big she was. Maleen brushed either side of the door when she stepped inside, and Brooke had to take a big girl step backwards so that she didn't brush against her giant stomach as it sloped out and down into the room before her feet. But she seemed nice enough—
"You must be Brooke!" the gut-heavy redhead said with a big, dimpled smile, "I've heard a lot about you."
God, does Mikayla talk about me like I'm like some monster or something?
"And you're... Mikayla's friend." Brooke smiled awkwardly, "I'm sorry, what was your name again?"
"Maleen!" Mikayla's voice came from deeper in the house as footsteps rapidly approached the doughy duo, "It's so good to see you, come in come in..."
In anticipation of Maleen's impending arrival, Mikayla had managed to whip up a surprisingly bountiful spread. Now, Brooke sort of understood why she was so crazy about making enough food. Just going by the size of her, this woman could definitely clean some plates in record time. It almost made Brooke wish that she had offered to help set things up...
"Hey Kaykay, mind holding my chair for me?"
"S-Sure!" the chesty blonde said with a befuddled expression, "Uh, Brooke go get the thing out of the oven, wouldja?"
The older sister complied with a roll of her eyes as Maleen lowered her heft into the bench seat that normally went unused at the dinnertable. Nobody was quite sure how Great Aunt Rose's chair had managed to stick around this long, or how it managed to outlive the standard-sized chair that it replaced, but Mikayla had never been happier about it, seeing as how it was the only one that could have even come close to holding all of Maleen's thick, pouring rolls of ass and backfat. Holding the chair in place while she hunkered down and then pushing it forward a little was hard work, but something about seeing all that in motion...
Well, it was becoming plain as day that Mikayla's "type" wasn't as set in stone as she thought.
"Mikayla?"
"Yes?" the younger sister asked in a tone that rang a bit too harsh, "I-I mean... yes, oh dearest sister of mine?"
"The, uh... the potatoes are ready too, if you don't mind..." Brooke stammered in confusion, "...never, ever call me that again, by the way."
***
As far as dinners go, this one went smoothly enough.
Mikayla had been right to guess that Maleen needed a lot of food to keep up that girlish figure of hers. And while she hadn't exactly been as discriminating as all of Mikayla's hard work had necessarily warranted (it seemed like Maleen was much more content with quantity over quality) she did make it known that every dish tasted great. There wasn't a thing she hadn't tried, and most of it she had gone back for seconds and thirds. To which Mikayla was happy to oblige, of course...
"Ooogh." Brooke was too, by the end of it, "I am stuffed."
She had pushed back from the table, her round belly doming back out after a meal's worth of overindulgence on top of God knew how many others she'd had since Mikayla had discovered her passion for cooking. Her breathing was shallow and her zipper loosened even after the clasp on her pants had been undone, with a round rock hard belly ebbing and flowing ever so slightly with her shallow panting as she fought off sleep.
As much of a pig as Brooke could be by herself, even Mikayla would admit that it was hard to keep track of what was too much when Maleen was around.
"Me too." Maleen dabbed at the corners of her mouth with a napkin, "Buuuuut didn't you say you were working on dessert?"
"Oh right!" Mikayla snapped to attention, her eyes ripped from Maleen's avalanche of stomach plumping over the table's edge, "Dessert!"
"Ooogh... stop saying... dessert..." Brooke groaned, "I'm gonna... diiiiie..."
Mikayla and Maleen shared a wicked giggle at that. All of Mikayla's "jokes" about her sister being a fatass had certainly prepped the larger woman for her admirable display at dinner that night. Nobody could quite compare to Maleen, least of all as far as Maleen was concerned, but Brooke had honestly surprised her. She couldn't have weighed more than two hundred pounds, but she'd scarfed down plenty over the course of dinner. After weeks of getting her appetite spoiled by Mikayla's cooking, she had been able to keep up with Maleen for a little while without any trouble. But her eyes were far bigger than her stomach that night, and she appeared to be paying the price.
"Well... I guess it's all the same." Maleen sighed with a quick glance at her phone, "I've got to get going."
"Nooooo, why though?" Mikayla asked playfully in order to hide her very real disappointment, "Do you really?"
"Yeah, I got a big shift tomorrow." Maleen's voice turned husky and strained as she gripped either armrest on the seat swamped with her ass, "But dinner was great though. We should really do this again sometime."
Mikayla jumped to attention, fully intent on walking the wide woman out. Or at the very least, maintaining visual contact for as long as possible.
"Do you want to take some home? There's plenty here."
"Please gawd take some home..." Brooke burbled
"I'd better not—wouldn't want you two going hungry now, would we?" Maleen said with a laugh and a sly look over to an oblivious Brooke with a little wink Mikayla's way, "It was nice to finally come over though. We should do it again."
"Soon?" Mikayla asked hopefully
"Soon." Maleen conceded, her wobbly arms held wide for a hug, "C'mere Kaykay, gimme a hug."
Mikayla sunk deep, deep into the rotund redhead's mass as she gave her big fat friend a squishy hug. She couldn't even wrap her arms around Maleen. They didn't come close! Eventually, they parted and Maleen toddled back out the front door. Leaving Mikayla already eager for the next time she got to see her big new crush...
"So... what'd you think?" Mikayla asked later that night, "You like her?"
"Yeah she seems nice..." Brooke's voice was heavy and sleepy as the thousands of calories inside of struggled to digest, "I still don't understand why you got so weird about her coming over though."
"She's... I just like her, you know? I want her to like me." Mikayla said in a half-truth, "You still want me to start on that peanut butter cake?"
An hour into digestion, laying on the couch, changed into sweats and a loose-fitting t-shirt had gone a long way towards improving Brooke's outlook on the subject of dessert.
"I could go for something sweet." she finally said after a moment's deliberation...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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