As the two friends watched Netflix, Olivia grew more and more suspicious of her friend’s little sister. Mikayla was like a Millenial June Cleaver, scrubbing counters and stacking plates. Instead of joining them to veg out at the TV, Brooke’s sister made a large bowl of kettle corn and brought it to them.
“Movie snacks?”
The nearly sleeping beast roused from her stationary state to merely grunt in “appreciation.” Mikayla returned to the kitchen as Brooke rolled onto her side, drawing the large bowl toward herself. Olivia grabbed a small handful, popping a few kernels in her mouth she found the dry snack almost unbearably sweet.
*How much sugar did she put in this?* She wondered to herself.
As Ryan Reynolds played a version of himself on the screen, Olivia’s eyes were drawn to her childhood friend.
Brooke had rolled on her side and pulled the large bowl of popcorn onto the couch cushion. It was nestled between the brunette’s modest bust and her overfed tummy. Speaking of overfed tummy, Olivia found her eyes drawn to her friend’s altered body in a way that was far more interesting than the movie.
Brooke’s hips were testing the limits of her lounge shorts, but in all honesty that had been the case for a few years now. The way her thighs pooched out from the leg holes was new, though. The tank top Brooke wore gave her friend a perfect angle to see into her modest cleavage, where her two lumps of puppy fat fought for space in the tight garment.
The coup de grace however was Brooke’s middle. Between the multiple helpings of pasta and beef that she had wolfed down, and the slow and steady addition of sugary corn, the pale sliver of Brooke’s tummy that had started the evening peeking out under her top was becoming more prominent by the minute.
Olivia forced her eyes back to the TV screen, wrestling with the mostly unwanted images that popped into her mind. Images of her best friend of over a decade pressing her lips to Livvie’s own. To be fair, Olivia had had those mental images more than a few times over the years. But what of it? Her friend was cute, and there was nothing wrong with a girl finding another girl cute.
Unfortunately for Livvie’s self-talk, she was in the midst of a very long dry spell. Her last serious committed relationship, Melanie Jacobs, had been a complete ass who literally cited her ‘boyish physique’ in her break-up text. Seriously, she broke up with her over text. Olivia had gone on a couple first dates after Mel, but it had been over a year since the last, and she was starting to think she was destined to be alone. There was nothing wrong with that in this day and age, right? It wasn’t like Jane Austen times where she’d be shamed with the label of “old maid,” right?
As Ryan Reynolds subtly broke the fourth wall, Livvie glanced over at Brooke again. She thought somehow a little more of her friend’s waistband had disappeared behind that bloated belly since she stopped watching. She stopped watching again, fixing her eyes back on the movie.
What she couldn’t fix were the eyes of her mind, which now replayed all her daydreams and fantasies featuring her brown-haired friend, but with the weird addition of food. She imagined taking Brooke out for a date to a buffet, bringing her plate after plate as her loose hoodie grew tight. She imagined them living together, Olivia cooking extravagant dinners for her girlfriend even as her ass overflowed kitchen chairs. She imagined sharing a king-sized bed with her queen-sized lover as the thin, gangly girl pressed cake into Brooke’s mouth while massaging her mountainous stomach.
Olivia started back to reality, shocked at the images her mind had just produced. What was going on with her? She really needed to get laid…
Livvie glanced over at Brooke again, who was still scooping palmfuls of kettle corn into her maw.
“I need to use the restroom.” Olivia stood to cross the room.
“Fanks for tha update!” Brook replied, teasing her friend for her uncharacteristic formality.
Olivia locked the door behind her and leaned on the sink, eventually looking herself in the mirror.
“You do *not* have a crush on your best friend!”
But she knew deep down that she did, and...
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