For this Saturday night's dinner Brooke was spared, if a bit disappointed if you twisted her arm about it, from her sister's culinary onslaught as instead Mikayla opted to get Marley's help testing out her cooking this time.
Bringing with her all the ingredients she would need for whatever dishes she wanted to eventually cook for her cushiony crush Maleen, the exuberant woman began whipping up desserts the moment her feet hit the kitchen. Much to her friend's dismay her mouth also began to run just as fast as she was dancing around the stove.
"And like oh my gooood you should see the way her body moves when she walks Mars, it's like watching the sexiest ocean waves ever!"
"Right, sexy ocean, that's a new one."
"You know what I mean, she jiggles non-stop!"
Marley had hoped her husband, Mark, would have been here to help weather the storm of dialogue that was Mikayla's stupidly over the top crush on some SSBBW, but apparently his work was keeping him late and he'd be back likely by the time his wife was already stuffed more than any turkey dared to be.
“You know she scrapes the sides of most doors she goes through? It’s like watching a marshmallow being squeezed Mars! And it makes me want to bite right in!”
“Ugh, don’t make me think about marshmallows, those s’mores brownies were good but are sitting like a rock in my stomach.”
“Right, sorry, but thanks for reminding me that I need to write that down! Don’t want to make Maleen anything that’d upset her big squishy belly!”
It’s been a few years now since the two of them left college together and while they remained fast friends their relationship had certainly changed. Marley wasn’t any less the party girl at heart but after getting hitched her type of parties changed. More laid back and only the barest bit more mature she loved to fancy herself a woman aspiring to the higher class, even if she still loved to cram her mouth full of the old Taco Bell family pack college special every Friday still. Mikayla on the other hand remained much the same, still brash and energetic as ever, just with a diploma and a job now.
“You know Mik, I still can’t say I would have ever pegged you for a chubby chaser. I’m not sure I can remember every guy that walked through your dorm room back in the day.”
Mikayla slowed a bit in stirring her double boiler of chocolate as a deep blush coats her cheeks and neck.
“Ahehe, yeah well still don’t do it now. I thought it was weird too and so I did some… “Research” online, but fat chicks really don’t do anything for me. It’s just big, beautiful Maleen that gets me going.”
“I’ll say she does, you’ve been over the moon and then some since you met her.”
“I’d love to be under her moon a lot more though!”
“Oh gross!”
Marley was currently dressed in just her undies and a fancy bathrobe, it was a girls night in and she didn’t really care what Mikayla saw after what they’ve both seen sharing a dorm. Generous hips and a enviable rack, she had the very early makings of a MILF with her hourglass figure and little tummy. Finishing off the most recent of many calorie bombs she set down her fork and leaned forward until her chin hit kitchen counter, her boobs dangling like ripe fruit even in their bra.
“Oooh shit Mik, that pie might have just done me in.”
“Aww, but Mars I just finished the lava cakes! I want to make sure the powdered sugar doesn't over power the chocolate!”
Sitting the platter of little choco explosions down on the counter next to the plumping house wife was a strong temptation, the smell alone almost enough to break her despite her heavy tum.
“Ugghhh and they do look so good… Just like, sit down for a minuet and chat with me, I’ll eat them when everything else settles down, ok?”
“Sure sure, but don’t wait until they get cold or I have to make a whole new batch.”
“Yeah whatever.”
Mikayla plopped down in a seat opposite Marley who removed her chin from the counter and put it in her hands.
“So, Maleen came to your house the other day right?”
“Yup! I got to feed her some of my best stuff! She wasn’t really picky, no shock there, but I was still sure to take note which ones she would get seconds or thirds of so I know which were her favs!”
“Cool I guess, but how did Brooke like her?”
“Brooke? She likes her fine, the two didn’t really talk too much though since they were both busy eating.”
Marley perked up a bit at this. She had gotten very used to Mikayla boohooing about whatever her sister had done that week and let most of it roll off her like water, so hearing anything other than “Bitch” this or “Up tight” that was interesting.
“Brooke just ate a bunch instead of like, IDK, complaining about Maleen eating half your fridge or something?”
“Yeah, what about it? My cooking is super good and it’s not like the two of them have a lot to talk about anyway.”
“I mean sure, but just how much did she eat to not say nearly anything?”
“Well, she had three pieces of the chicken, a bowl of mashed potatoes with gravy, like four butter biscuits, a slice of the extra parm pizza-”
“Woah girl, just how much food did you make?!”
“Oh, uh… Well I wasn’t sure what Maleen would like best and I needed to make sure there was enough for everyone, so I made a fair bit. Even used some of the leftovers I’d been saving up too.”
“No wonder they were too busy eating, it sounds like you made them a personal buffet!”
“I mean, that’s just how Maleen is, you know that, and Brooke probably just wanted to keep busy since… I was pretty preoccupied myself. Though I don’t mind at all what it’s gonna do to her figure hehehe!”
At this Marley’s face took on an over exaggerated expression of horror as she leaned far back in her chair.
“Wait, are you making her fat ON PURPOSE? Oh god Mikayla, are you gonna make your sister fat for your fetish?!”
Now it was the thinner woman’s turn to look far more genuinely horrified at the jesting implication.
“OH FUCKING GROSS MARLEY!”
The plump homebody burst into laughing hysterics as Mikayla acted out vomiting.
“Seriously, that’s nasty as hell even as a joke Mars! It’s just fun knowing I’m messing with her, that’s it, end of story!”
“PAHAHAH! You should have seen your face! Priceless!”
“Just shut the fuck up and eat your lava cakes.”
By the time Mark made it back home with take out he had to help Mikayla haul Marley up to bed to sleep off her food coma. Heading home that night Mikayla was happy as a puppy with a bone, she was learning a new skill, it was helping get closer to her crush and get revenge on her snooty sister and in general everything was going great for her for the moment. Fortune seemed to be really favoring her recently, and it seemed it was only gonna get-
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