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Brooke & Mikayla are sisters in their 20's—this is how one made the other very, very fat
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Chapter #4

Family Dinners with No Leftovers

    by: SpartacusDA Author IconMail Icon
If Mikayla had been a little more savvy, a little less laid–back, she might have gotten wise to Brooke’s scheme. After all, her ‘big’ sister had gone from prickly and irritable to sweet and doting almost overnight. But so long as Brooke wasn’t nagging her to do dishes or some other annoying shit while she was trying to solve a temple puzzle or beat another zone boss, Mikayla wasn’t going to complain.

Especially not while Brooke was voluntarily doing all the kitchen work.

“Mikayla! Dinner’s ready!”

The younger Wider realized she still hadn’t changed out of her work clothes, and quickly undid the button on her khakis. Her intent to replace them because they were getting too loose hadn’t really taken root in her mind, so the fact that they were now snug again went completely unobserved. Mikayla slid on a ‘clean enough’ pair of dark leggings; she’d learned long before her sister started cooking dinner that the evening meal was a place for comfy clothes.

The aromas of garlic and marinara wafted into Mikayla’s nostrils before she even reached the kitchen. Spaghetti and meatballs had been one of her favorites as a kid, and she begged their mom to make it constantly. The bubbly blonde unconsciously rubbed her soft tummy as she licked her lips in anticipation.

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Brooke stood from the table, picking up her empty plate. “Want some more bread?”

Mikayla was still working on her second helping of pasta, but she nodded eagerly. Brooke added a single scoop of spaghetti to her own plate, dousing it with sauce, then grabbed three chunks of garlic bread layered thick with melted mozzarella. She brought the pot and the bread back to the table.

Mmf ‘anks*” Mikayla said through a mouthful of pasta when Brooke set the garlic bread on her plate.

Brooke slowly finished her own second helping, waiting until Mikayla started on her second piece of cheesy bread before gesturing to the pot of spaghetti and meatballs mixed together.

“Want the rest of this? It’s not really enough for leftovers.”

Mikayla chewed contemplatively. Two plates was usually more than enough, especially with garlic bread. Brooke’s spaghetti wasn’t quite as good as mom’s, though it wasn’t bad. It was certainly better than anything she could make herself. And it definitely tasted better without the dread of having to clean up the kitchen.

“Sure!”

Brooke gave her sister a broad, Cheshire Cat grin as she tipped the big pot onto her plate. There was definitely enough there for leftovers— Mikayla’s ‘third helping’ was almost bigger than her second.

When Mikayla’s plate was about half empty, she finally started to slow. She could feel the mass of carbs and sauce resting tightly in her middle. But it really was pretty good. She took slow, deliberate bites while her sister bounced back and forth doing dishes and wiping down counters. Brooke had worked really hard on dinner, so she really should clean her plate. Mikayla’s big sister had been so nice to her lately, it really didn’t seem worth it to risk stirring up more sibling drama. Not when the alternative was simply eating a little more of her favorite food. She was only a little full, after all…

From the kitchen, Brooke watched her greedy guts of a sister mowing down her third helping. It had been laughably easy to get Mikayla back on the road to chubsville, where she belonged. Now they could be friends as well as sisters. Sure they were chubby, but they were chubby together!

Drying her hands on a dishrag, Brooke eyed her sister’s profile as she slumped further in the wooden dining chair. Mikayla’s tummy was visible again; but even with all that food packed into her, Brooke’s sister was still clearly the ‘skinny’ one. Maybe Brooke could do something to up her game.

The subpar flavor of her spaghetti had not gone unnoticed by the brunette. Brooke…
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