This choice: What If?: Sam's cooking SO GOOD—the whole Black Family was fattening up FAST! • Go Back... It wasn't until after she moved in that it became impossible for anyone to ignore—Sam Palmero could cook.
Morning, noon and night, the newest addition to the already cramped Black household liked to show her proud Italian heritage in the most stereotypical, but oh so very delicious way possible by keeping the kitchen busy, messy, and chock full of arancini di riso. When she wasn't at the movie theatre, Sam kept herself busy by making family recipes by the boat load.
"It helps me feel more at home—I cook when I'm stressed." she'd say, stirring a pot of her mama's sauce, "Whaddaya want from me, I just moved all the way across town! Now open yer mouth an' tell me what you think, huh?"
It wasn't like anyone was going to complain about it. Harper's nine to five kept her from being too terribly domestic, Piper had the same excuse while also having no talent in the kitchen at all, and Parker was... Parker. The fact that they weren't eating takeout every other night or living off of cheap sandwich meat was enough, but these women were getting home-made, traditional Italian cooking every night, with plenty of leftovers. The dinner table would be filled and emptied like clockwork at every meal, and honestly no one in the Black Family could remember a time when any of them had eaten so well.
And it made Sam feel good to have found her niche in her girlfriend's family, and she wasn't exactly complaining about the extra inches that found themselves going Harper's way, sooo...
It just sort've happened!
Sam's position at the Rio became more administrative, she made sure the table was full and everyone was happy, and Harper and her girls got really, really fat.
***
Sam got up before everyone else in the house to make breakfast every day except Sunday mornings—that was her time, and there wasn't ever not leftovers for her girls to grub on before dinner. That way she got one good day of sleeping in, at least.
Among other things.
Sam's hands could palm a basketball, but ever since she had placed herself in charge of keeping Harper fed, she'd been having more and more trouble getting a good handful on her girlfriend's gut. Back when it was a little tum, a nice little layer of olive-brown chub that hung over her panties, no problem. Even as it blossomed out into a tummy, and then a belly proper, Sam had always been well-equipped to get the jiggle job done. She loved to feel Harper's stomach wobble between her fingers while she slept, to feel the weight of her girth heavy in her hands. But now that Harper had grown an out and out gut, Sam was finding for the first time that even her hands weren't big enough.
Her girlfriend was huge. Her milf-y figure had been signed over as soon as she entered a relationship with Sam. In exchange for a soft, but hot, mom bod Harper had ballooned up into a melon-chested heifer. Her round face hid prominent features behind chunky cheeks and a low second chin, with a little orange dot of Bolognese leftover from last night. While she slept, Harper's huge chest—famous around town even before she started to chunk up—sloped to either side of her and nestled in the crevice of her insulating puddles of arm fat.
"Good morning, Granita." Sam said with a soft sloshing motion across Harper's cuddlefluff
"Mrm." Harper's face scrunched, "No."
"Yes good morning." Sam said with a squeeze of Harper's belly as inched closet to the edge of their bed, "Sleep well?"
"Still sleep." Harper grumbled, "Sunday sleepday."
"It's nine 'o' clock!" Sam said a little loudly, "You don't wanna sleep all day, do ya?"
"Do." Harper whined, "Sleep all day."
Sam watched her girthy girlfriend wobble on the bed petulantly, fighting consciousness as she struggled to stay asleep. In nothing but yesterday's lacy top, her boulder-sized bra flung over the closet door and her biggest pair of pants lying next to it, all of Harper's flabby flesh was free to puddle wherever it liked. Her belly grumbled, equally as petulant as the rest of her.
"You're not even a little hungry?" Sam teased her girlfriend, giving her gut a playful tap, "Huh?"
Harper paused and made a face.
"Breakfast in bed." she finally said, "If we've got anything leftover from last night, I want that. Or pancakes."
Sam hurried excitedly out from under the sheets, her own softening body jiggling excitedly. These days were becoming more and more common on Sundays, and they were her favorites. Harper was getting so lazy these days, and Sam was just the girl to help her out. Even if it didn't result in an especially round of heavy petting, it was always fun lay in bed with Harper, watching TV while they ate.
Down the hall, into the living room and finally into the kitchen, Sam hurried to the fridge. However, finding a big round butt sticking out of it wasn't exactly what she'd expected this early in the morning. Harper's girls were just as lazy as she was, so seeing them up and rolling before she was came as a bit of a shock.
"Hey Sam." Piper burped, scratching her exposed stomach as it rolled out over her sweats, "Morning."
Piper was the most helpful around the house, and Sam had known her for quite a while. Back when she was a teenager, she used to come into the Rio. She'd never have guessed in a million years that she'd be a running candidate for step-daughter, or that they'd wind up living together. They liked each other! Which was probably why Sam gave preferential treatment Piper's way.
What? It was a thing, people do it.
"Good morning, Pipey." Sam said, wrapping her arms around her chubby not-daughter, "Sleep well?"
"After last night?" Piper snorted, cracking open a Pepsi can, "I slept like a rock."
Just like Harper, Piper had started to put on a lot of weight when Sam moved in. She looked a lot like her mother, especially as she started to fill out, T&A first. Piper was wearing hand-me-downs from her ma, bras and shirts that could fit her rapidly expanding physique didn't come cheap after all. She seemed to take to having Sam around the best—not like that other one.
"Wanna do something today?" Piper asked, plopping down at the dinner table with her first bowl of cereal, "Dakota's at work and Zack is being stupid, so my whole day's free."
"Ooh, sorry, me an' yer ma got plans honey." Sam made a face as her soft belly touched the inside of the fridge, "I promised her a lazy day."
Or at least, a laz-ier day.
"Maybe later, huh?"
"Ugh." Piper groaned, her head rolling back, "Dumb."
"Yeah, just you wait." Sam stuck her tongue out, "When you find the right one, all you'll wanna do is lay in bed and eat pasta with them too."
"Is my soulmate Garfield?"
"Probably, with how you scarf down lasagna." Sam snorted, "Hey, where's that stuff from last night?"
"It's not in there?"
"No, should be right... fuckin'... here?" Sam grunted as she stuck her arm in further towards the back
"Maybe Parker ate it?" Piper offered less-than-helpfully, "Saw her fat ass sticking out of the fridge last night."
"Always with the midnight snacking..." Sam muttered under her breath, feeling the pressure of so many hungry mouths to feed, "What do I get? Nothin'."
Like her mother and sister, Parker had taken well to the new menu presented by Sam's presence in the house. Unlike her mother and sister, Parker didn't have a lot to keep her out of the house throughout the day. Most days, she stayed home while Sam cooked. She specifically asked which days Sam was going to be at the Rio, and then conveniently decided to go out those days. Without anything to distract her besides her usual routine of daytime tv and various social media feeds, Parker had grown quite accustomed to eating literally whenever and whatever she wanted. And since all she did was sleep and lay around all day, it was a wonder they hadn't had to roll her out of the house yet.
"Fuckin' freeloader." Sam rolled her eyes, "Pancakes it is, I guess..."   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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